Sunday at the Cottage

The sky is crying, clouds' hands reach from horizon to horizon, the barometer has fallen. It is raining; the kind of rain farmers usually love, steady, and long lasting. I am not so sure about this rain though. After a long cold winter with lots and lots of snow, the fields were wet into June. Last week it rained 3 1/2 inches in one night. Fields and roads were flooded. the drainage ditches were full and fast flowing. After dinner with the Thuerigs last evening, traveling to Wiarton to pick up their daughter and friend from a rock concert at the airport, we saw brown field after brown field left after the water had receded, and other fields still with spots of water in them. We want the Great Lakes to fill up again, and I have been watching water levels in Lake Powell in Utah and Lake Lanier, the water reservoir for Atlanta Ga., they are also rising, dramatically. So what is good for fresh water restoration in many parts of the USA, does have its downside here at Little Pike Bay. The bush is wet, everything that is suppose to be green is deep green.