The rain is raining all around,
it falls on fields and streams.
It rains on the umbrellas here
and on the ships at sea.
I can't believe it can be raining so long and so hard and it still be frighteningly hot in our house.
Dear friend guests from NJ have arrived. Karen and Mark and their three kids and Lynn. Mark and the kids are terribly bold. They have set up their tents between the tractor shed and milking parlor. They have rigged tarps. They have a plan. Lynn, Karen and I will happily sleep in our hot, but dry bedrooms.
Right after the tents were set up, we picked a bushel or more of the remaining corn, shucked it on the front porch and I cooked it. We ladies cut most of it off the cob for freezing. The rest of the corn we consumed right on the cob, along with green beans and venison/beef burgers. And plenty of fresh cold milk.
Kids had fun gathering eggs, moving chickens around and watching Patrick milk the cow while we ladies finished the corn project and washed up the kitchen.
It is a joy having our friends come for a visit. They don't mind the rain, the not quite finished chores, the heat. They come because they love us and they love the farm and we love them back.
None of us are complaining about the rain because we need it so badly.
But it is rather humorous that the first really long spell of rain just so happens to fall on the first day of their camp out on the farm visit.
What brave people they are!