As I headed to work, I saw beautiful skies and hoped they held some rain for us. Our ground is dry, the gravel roads are dusty, and the pastures are crying out for a drink.
As the fog was burned away with the rising sun, I knew a small chance was all we had. I enjoyed the beauty of the sunrise while I drove and tried to remember the feel of rain.
Our pear tree is blooming for the second time this year. My sister, Beverly mentioned, she had read that when things bloomed out of season, it indicated an earthquake was coming! I scoffed.
The ninth, tenth and the eleventh, Arkansas had three earthquakes. Some people felt it here, others did not. The 9th was 3, the 10th was 3 and the 11th was 3.6. May be something to blooming out of season after all.