Please Soak In and Don't Wash ALL Our Topsoil to Daleville

"The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea."
R. L. Stevenson

The fields are flooded. The garden is flooded. The front yard is flooded. The streams are racing furiously down the valley.

When Rose and Nora got off the bus they ran into the house, sopping wet, and proceeded to change into bathing suits. They charged out into the 42 degree afternoon and splashed in the aftermath of the flash flood. They charged back in with numb feet, shivering and blue lipped, ready for hot chocolate, which Patrick is about to make for them, courtesy Coco's milk.

Crazy kids. I sat at my desk and figured out tax and shipping costs and emails for coop customers. Coffee, with plenty of heavy cream, made the tedious task more tolerable. So did Pandora and Fernando Ortega, my favorite calming musician.

I was excited to order compostable bags for our delicious granola. Mason jars were a wonderful alternative to plastic, but too expensive to maintain. Seems kind of silly to get excited about compostable bags, but using sustainable materials for our bakery instead of more plastic to fill up dumps is very satisfying for me. Next purchase from Treecycle (I hope) is recycled, unbleached, waxed paper bags for our bread. Am looking forward in faith and hope that the bakery will continue to generate income while we are here, and wherever we land.

Thanking God for the rain, even though it appears to be a little excessive at the moment. Kind of like the energy exuded by my children right now.