Rainy Days and Glum Days Always Get Me Down

What is one to do, on a rainy day in Memphis, or Minneapolis, or wherever we are (none of the above), except to look for light? In our case, I decided to put some lights over and under the kitchen cabinets.

I just read that the Missouri River, which begins somewhere up near Yellowstone Park, and meanders to St. Louis to form a partnership with the Mississippi, may remain above flood stage through August! Lots of snow, last winter, and unrelenting rain, have saturated the ground and turned our optimism soggy.

I have wanted to spray weeds in the lawn (actually, wildflower seeds that the rain and wind redistributed), but when it is not pouring down rain it is blowing too hard to mess with sprays. Since we live on a sidehill, we don't worry about water puddling, but we do occasionally think about sliding down to the bottom lands.

The Missouri River is on the west side of the State, and we are on the east, or Mississippi, side. Where we are it is the Minnesota River that comes meet the Mississippi, in St. Paul.

Once, this whole center of the nation was part of a great sea that laid down all the limestone beneath us. The fossils of sea critters are part of our sand and gravel. A little more rain, and we may be there, again.

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