New life and old mud pies.

We had a real hard rain last night that woke everyone up. It sounded as if the house was plunged under water and the rush of air and water was rushing past the outer walls. The sun is up this morning; everything is wet and I see no damage.
I was tied last night yet it was hard for me to fall asleep. I had just returned from a wake for a neighbor’s mom, my second wake since last week. Last Wednesday was a co-worker who actually knew my mom. Fran was a very nice lady who never seemed her age. Cancer took Franny.
So today’s photo is of my wife’s niece’s children as they played in the in-laws yard. And not unlike when I was a tot, still making dirt soup and mud pies.