It is hard to understand how rain can overextend in some places...and be the answer to prayers in other areas.
Our property in northern Wisconsin has received rain. The woods could not be more lush, needing a small mower "haircut" to tidy it up. So Dave mows as I type...with me typing in constant motion as I try to escape this pesky deer fly.
Birch, many variety of evergreen, an apple tree or two, daisies, fern....but no visible bear...even though I am certain I snuck onto the property quietly. Oh, if these woods could talk.
Stopped by Barber Lake...the frogs sang to us like a rubberband band....and Dave skipped stones.
Wishing you all a relaxing weekend...