Our Fourth of July plans have been hindered somewhat by the rain.  GH had to work this morning so I took Young Master and Little Maiden to the big parade in town.  It rained but not a down pour. 

I’m starting to think that we’re turning into cold-blooded amphibians.  Neither of the kids brought a sweater or coat and we didn’t bring an umbrella.  So we just sat on the cold, wet sidewalk and endured the rain on our bare heads and arms.  There were no complaints about the rain except that Dapper (who came with us to the parade) was starting to smell like “wet dog”.  

We enjoyed the parade and I was surprised to see a bantam rooster leading the way for the cooperative extension!

Our “barbeque” was cooked inside on the Foreman Grill while it thundered outside.  There is still no sun in sight in the forecast.  It’s really starting to take its toll on Maine’s agricultural businesses.  The state may have to declare a major disaster for our loss of crops.

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