We woke Wednesday morning to a scene reminiscent of Christmas morning with children giggling, cavorting and generally goofing off, all because Sarah had raced out and poured 50 most welcome millimetres of rain from the guage.
And just this afternoon another 19. The big fella timed his run perfectly, patching old banks and constructing new.
The sense of relief in this household is palpable. Molasses will be run out for another week, while grass pushes its way through and new plans are made, lick bills paid, cattle fattened and sold. Name tags will be sewed on a thousand items of clothing and girls readied for boarding school.
Forecasts indicate a monsoonal influence will soon be felt by our friends in the north. Our thoughts are with them as they continue to wait.