BACK HOME AGAIN . . .

All day the clouds have been humongous and wandering all around our area but not, I say NOT, dropping any rain on us.

And then this evening a little light mist began.

And then a bit later, I looked out and, lo and behold, the sidewalk in front was all wet.

And I went out and it WAS wet.

And cool.

And the view over the savannah-meadow-parkland-pasture was green, green, green.

And a small band of big black cattle were grazing just over the fence from the road.

And . . .

. . . the street sign said Roundup Drive.

It was just like being once more "back home again in Indiana."

Or, in my case, North Dakota.

Either one "states" my case.