Yesterday night, standing with my husband on the front porch watching rain-swollen storm clouds roll toward us from the west, I said aloud, “It doesn’t even feel like we are in the same country as last year, does it?”
“No,” he said, and chuckled.
Many times last summer we stood on the porch looking across the neighbor’s field, hoping and praying the clouds we cou...
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