Rainy Saturday in October
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My little town is putting on a fall festival this weekend, and so they had scheduled a parade for this morning. But with the usual contrariness of weather, it seems like they have been granted the very worst day ever on which to hold a parade. Yesterday’s mild temperatures have dipped down five degrees, and a solid pelting of cold rain is coming down like it will never stop.
I’m sorry they’ve had to cancel their festivities and take a hit to the city’s coffers, but it’s so pleasant to sit and listen to the falling rain that I can’t complain. Clementine the hound dog, on the other hand, is quite offended. She would love to fall into the stupor that all animals seem prone to when the rain comes down, but occasional gusts of wind are opening and shutting our big heavy side gate, giving her the impression that lawless trespassers are invading our back yard. And so she’s convinced that, as the psalmist indicates, our enemies and myriad and they are strong.Definitely a morning for a second pot of tea. And I may have to crank up the bread maker. There’s not much in this world that compares with fresh bread and butter on a cold fall day.
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