Bouffant Blonde

Abby loves the rain. She loves mud puddles and swimming pools. She loves granddaddy’s pond and the bird bath. Abby really, really loves water -- so long as it doesn’t involve a bath. Abby doesn’t like a bath at all. One day Mama announced that they needed to go and check on the cows. Granddaddy wasn’t feeling well so it was up to Mama, Abby and Sammy to make sure the cows were okay. Abby walked outside with Mama, staying real close. She didn’t want to get left behind. Mama had a new stick in her hand. Abby wasn’t too worried about it. Mama always carries a stick to help her balance as she walks on the uneven ground. Mama paused just before she left the covered patio, lifted the stick up and pushed a button. It popped up with a quick snap. Abby jumped real high and almost knocked Sammy down as she rushed back inside. Sammy started laughing. Mama just shook her head. “Abby, what’s wrong? Don’t you like my umbrella?” “I don’t like umbrellas,” Abby sobbed. “It w...

Every person who is tired of the rain please raise your hand. Yes, that's most of us. I don't know what's with that person over in the corner calling for more but get the straight-jacket out now. Bouffant Blonde lives in an area that got eight plus inches of rain Friday night and Saturday. And we were blessed it wasn't worse. People in neighboring towns are scraping muddy muck from their kitchens and bracing for more rain arriving tomorrow. And that isn't even mentioning the poor folks in Fargo. I've been in a flood. I don't want to go there again. Ever. Originally we welcomed the rain. We were at a water deficit according to Rich Thomas and his storm team. It's getting into the planting and growing season. Water is a good thing. Well, any seeds already planted may no longer be in the field they were intended to be in. Our little garden patch -- which contains no seed until Good Friday per my father's rule -- is difficult to even walk through. One s...