….it falls on field and tree….

So goes the verse although that was definitely not the case with our fields and trees this summer. Lightning meant fire, not rain. We were far more likely to see clouds of smoke than these:

Finally, however, the sky opened this month and blessed us with a number of soaking rans which the thirsty prairie greedily lapped up. After months of stepping out of my front door onto parched ground it was a miracle to see the fields kissed with dew this morning. I walked along in sandals that were soon wonderfully wet.