Speaking with the Buckets

I have already written of the rain which came yesterday.  It was a real blessing, and we received an inch of blessings from heaven.

An hour or so after the rain had stopped I told my wife, Madge, that I was going to go speak to the buckets and find out how much rain we had received.  I returned into the house and told her I had spoken with the buckets, and they had told me “It rained about an inch”.

You see, I had several buckets, out in the backyard.  Some small, maybe less than a gallon, some medium size, about two gallons or so; and a couple of five gallon buckets.  I had left all of them up where they would catch water.  I had not really done it on purpose, but it had been done.

When I stuck my forefinger in the buckets, each of them told me the same thing.  The water in each of the buckets came up to my first knuckle; and that is an inch.  Buckets do speak if we will listen.

Having fun living on the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim