We have had 3 and 3/4 of an inch of rain since Thursday, hard tropical down pours with fierce bursts of wind. Reminding me of squalls on Lake Pontchartrain in our sail boat the Cap'n Flint. The river went from clear, perfect to mud tumultuous. Power was out for 20 hours. Not what anyone would have wished for Labor Day. But the rain is good. Tho my garden has gone to weeds with small stands of okra, seed balls of elephant garlic amidst the tall seedy lambs quarters and other not so delicious invasive species. I do manage to find greens and clover flowers for green smoothies. Watching US Open when rain doesn't disrupt. Picture of True, now 6; a delight, full of talk and dear devotion to his sis.