Sunday the 6th
I am writing this blog from the location of the million dollar rain. It is not a gully wash. It is not a run off rain. Slow and steady, soaking in slow and steady. It didn’t begin until this morning. It was so slow, it took awhile for the rain to fall through the tree canopies.
There are not enough words for me to share with you how much we enjoyed the family gathering of the Riebe clan. We wished those that had had previous plans could have been in two places at one time. Lots of laughter, reminiscing and plenty of food. Knowing that we will see each other again next year, about the same time in August, same location . . . feels good. The small town of Darwin had a fantastic city hall for our event.
Of course there is always a shortage of second cousins bringing their grandchildren. Little kids help make a gathering fun. That pretty much tells the tail of the importance of family gatherings and family history by those of us in our seventies and eighties. Oops, there was one first cousin in his sixties, standing tall and proud as he had just retired.
Dennis and I traveled safe. Home did feel awfully good.
I slept straight through the night and needed to get a move on when the clock said it was eight. I will admit that a day out of my comfort zone can still tucker me out.
I noted that there were some photos on Facebook. This evening, I will go through them with Dennis to help him connect who to whom. I think he does quite well in the group.
May this rain have been and is wide spread. This next week may see a reprieve of the heat . . . I hope, I hope not.
By the way . . . when Dennis came in for afternoon coffee, he handed over a pair of pants for the laundry. Every last cotton-picking sandbur had been plucked off of his blue barn acre pants. Wow!