soggy sunday

Thunderstorm rolled through leaving soggy chickens Nervous dogs and cool temps. God was bowling in the sky all morning. No one could be happier than I am.  I pulled out the pots and pans, ignored the work  and conjured up a banana nut bread,potroast in the clay cooker, and a pot of strange beans. I’m looking at rolls too. Yipee! Praise God from whom all Blessings flow. I’m thinking a good book and some popcorn would put the icing on this cake.

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