The Rain River
When it rains here it often creates a lovely river for the kids to play in. Weekend before last we had a great time watching the races in the front yard. Grandpa Jones brought up the canoe and it was so deep that even with all the kids piled in they could still push it and it flew by! They had a blast and were filthy and wet by the end of the evening--which of course makes it more fun. They went a little fast to suit me--but, as Tig says, I'm a scaredy-cat. It was flying by pretty fast--they hit one of the persimmon trees a pretty good lick!
This is the type of river that Robert taught Woodrow the Wood Duck to swim in and where Joshua caught crawdads as they swam through the yard--he's the only one that ever caught them though they all spent many an hour trying to fish them out of holes with cheese and hot dogs on a string. He waited till it rained and scooped 'em up with a bucket.
We got so tickled at the weather reports which kept intoning the gloom and doom of storms over and over the past few weeks--every night. As though that were something new and threatening. This is Virginia. It is hotter than the hubs of hell. Every twilight brings the threat of thunderstorms--and thank goodness cause it's the only thing that cools us off! We look forward to it! Let the river rise-- lightening flash through the clouds---the rains come---and play on!
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