Dear Farm Journal,
Saturday’s pleasant weather turned stormy early Sunday morning, with heavy hitting lightning and thunder. I’m thankful for the rain, but boy, this washing certainly did not come quietly. The storm clouds banged down their power from above, as I tucked myself more deeply under the covers. It was severe enough that Rufus let Balio and Gizmo inside (who are both slightly stinky from their last skunk encounter). We emerged in the morning to find our morning glories blown down, branches fallen, and laundry across the yard. Mother Nature, your capricious and volatile features accentuate your artistry.
~Joy

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