So much rain the Sabbaths seem
like any other day, banked dreams
and basic routines squeezed
between storms, while the hard
work waits beyond in time:
opaque weeks ahead crossing
an angry creek when the melt
of soggy hills sets hard enough
to ride, to gather for brandings
saved for sunny days. Until then,
we believe what we see—watch
the morning sky and pray.
drycrikjournal 
Lovely photo, John. It wasn’t long ago that prayers would have been for more rain, while I imagine now they’re for an at least temporary cessation.
janet
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So far, we have survived one extreme, and now the other, an unbelievable juxtaposition of earth and spirit—we face the future knowing we can adapt.
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Very true. Something positive from every situation.
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John – Is that Big Baldy? In “olden times” I’ve ridden my buckskin mare right out on the top! It’s a great pic!
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South of Redwood Mountain, I believe it is Big Baldy @ 8,209 feet.
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