A Rainy Father’s Day

I just downloaded a WordPress app for my phone, which I’m hoping will help me to use this blog more often.

It’s raining outside now, and there are birds calling in the trees. Somewhere there is probably a rainbow, because there’s also a small amount of sun. I’m standing in the kitchen looking out into the yard, across the field and to the old barn. From where I’m standing, I can just see the roof as the rest of the barn’s behind the curve of the hill.

It’s afternoon, another Father’s Day, and I don’t know how to celebrate. I gave out cards and balloons, but how do you really thank someone when they’ve given so much of themselves? I suppose you just muddle through the best you can.