We just keep getting more rain. The road that connects us to the outside world to the east washed out for the fourth time this year Friday night. And this was after it had just been repaired that day from the previous wash-out.

The storm caught us out on the road . We had been to a concert by Michael Martin Murphey, part of a festival put on to celebrate the 150th birthday of the county. It was in a big hangar that was part of an old helicopter training facility. The hangar doors were open and all evening we had watched as the black clouds rolled in from the west. The first drops started falling just as the last encore was over and we raced for our cars. The last few miles before I reached home I was creeping down the highway at 20 miles an hour. I could just barely make out the center stripe and aimed straight down the middle. Once in a while lightning would light everything up and I would get my bearings and know where I was.

The rain didn’t last long but we managed to get and inch and half. That doesn’t sound like a lot but  the ground was saturated and the lakes and streams were already high.

On Saturday Tricia had volunteered to put on 19th century dress and demonstrate hand quilting at a little fair around the county courthouse. The weather was good and she got a choice spot on the covered porch of an old log cabin at the city park. It was a modest little fair but fun. Tricia managed to pass out a few business cards. For a while I sat out on the porch too with a friend in a comfortable bench and passed out literature on native plants. About 3 o’clock it started to get a little warm and we packed up.

Meanwhile our meadow is awash in coreoposis.