Alaskan Forest Fires

Rain. Our communal prayers released a few drops from the heavens, then a few more
here and there. What an odd sensation! Now for several days it has increased to a
non-stop downpour. Forest fires in Alaska are out, thankfully, the garden is sweetly
bathed, but after several days I’m ready for it to stop. The dust has turned to
muck, the horses slipping in their now sludgy corral. Feel like such a whiner this
summer, I think because nothing has been in moderation, weather-wise. Whatever it
does, it does and keeps on doing it. The balance is missing. I’m on a see-saw — being
slammed up and down between extremes. Hang on!

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