Just Thinkin’

That is somethin’ some folks need to do a little more of.  Maybe even myself.  We need to get away from those electronic gadgets… and I laugh as I sit here typin’ on this computer… but I do some thinkin’ quite often.

I was thinkin’ as I was sittin’ here that it sure is nice to have this really cool weather here in the middle of July; which is usually the hottest month of Summer;  well at least it and August are the hottest, but so far, not this year.

Just to let the two or three who might read this know; I have been walkin’ every mornin’ ‘cept Sunday.  This mornin’ I walked nigh onto a couple miles.  Yep! I walked up to my Ma’s and Pa’s, visited with ’em for a while, then walked back home.

This mornin’ the temp was 47 degrees when I got up at 4:30.  It is a wonderful thing and because of that I am thankin’ th’ the good Lord for it.  I must say it was refreshin’ to have the cool air on my face, and when I got back  to the house I waden even sweatin’.

I mowed the back yard yesterdy.  It looks better now.  Flat Creek is stilling rolling right along.

-tim

A Few Drops of Rain…

This past Thursday, July 19, I took a short walk to the Creek out our back door.  Our dogs went along as usual.  I was sitting there in my chair, and in the shade of the trees over the gravel bar; throwing rocks in the water for the dogs to chase after.  I think that was the day the high temp reached 112 degrees here in our valley.

As I was throwing those stones in the water, and Archer in particular would chase after them; clouds came in, and it began to rain.  Do you know how refreshing a rain is falling from the sky above, giving you a soaking, when it is near 112 degrees?  Of course with the clouds and rain moving in the temp dropped dramatically.

With the rain falling I continued sitting there throwing the rocks, Archer chasing them, and I was getting wet without getting in the Creek.  It is refreshing, especially when we are in a full blown drought, to sit in the rain and get soaked.

When the rain stopped I went back to the house, and the temp was below 100 for a few minutes.  An hour later there was no sign that it had rained.  The ground was dry.  The buckets were dry.  Now it was back over that century mark.

The refreshment of rain for the ground and for a wretched ole soul like mine.  A reminder of God’s grace.  The wonders of God’s grace.

A few drops of rain along the banks of Flat Creek.

-tim