Rain came so heavy, every day this week,that the miserable ducks were swimming in the muddy road like a creek. As I drove Keller up to the hoop house at six each morning to let the chickens outside, I watched them race out of the tunnel structure like there was a fire inside. And two of the poor baby chicks were picked off, maybe by a hound. The young campers’ and farmers’ wet swim clothes and towels, would vacillate between almost dry to drenched and dragging our clothes line to the ground. So one morning, Wednesday it was, I looked out the window and laughed with the wind from the kitchen, then I thought for a moment – of my true condition.

“rich increased of goods”
rich increased of goods
pull out a facade to please
nothingness of me
~ §tacy §weeney