Beautiful weekend

It's been dry here and hotter than habaneros. We'd been praying for rain. Apparently the Good Lord had written down the wrong zip code because it rained all around us, but not on us.

Then on Thursday night around a slap of nearby thunder jolted both Jilda and I from a deep sleep just after 3:30 a.m. A few moments later, the rain was playing our metal roof like a kettle drum.

Without a word, both of us got out of bed and walked onto our back deck. Looking into the darkness, we let the rain fall onto our faces. I know that sounds a little wacky, but we were both grateful for the rain. What made it even better is that the front that brought the rain dropped the temperature by 20 degrees. 

We didn't have plans for this weekend. In fact, we'd decided to lay low and rest up. But it turns out that both of us felt great and we did things that had been on our task list for some time. 

This evening, Jilda baked a chicken, did new potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, and green lima beans for supper. Samantha and Jordan walked over and had dinner with us.

After they went home, we did our gratitude ceremony, and then sat on the newly cleaned screen porch. The sun painted the sky burnt orange and amber before sliding below the horizon.

It was a perfect ending for a beautiful weekend.

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