This morning I've been thinking about Pat Robertson; I've been thinking about Michelle Bachmann; and I've been thinking about the little town we live near.
Since last October, Oklahoma has suffered severe drought conditions, setting all-time records in some areas. Around here, the drought hasn't been as bad, our county is one of the few in the state without open fire restrictions and burn bans. But even here, it's really dry. Rain has been scant the last two months.
This weekend was our town's Fall Festival, the one time of the year when the little city celebrates big: parade, floats, queens, princesses, talent shows, bands, turtle races, carnival rides, and food trailers. The works and a Ferris Wheel for two evenings, Thursday and Friday, and all day Saturday..
This weekend, the town received rain. Thursday evening, lots of it. It rained Friday evening too. It rained on the Saturday morning parade and more rain fell Saturday afternoon. The whole thing was a soggy mess.
This morning I've been pondering what thoughts Pat and Michelle would have about our little town.