Yesterday before I went across the highway for a study of God's attributes, and the girls stayed behind to put up electric fence to keep Anna'a horse out of my pumpkin patch, I put together clam chowder in the crock pot. I used the crock pot because after the girls joined the last half of the study we headed into town via the feed store. We joined the older girls and their families for a swim and everyone mentioned that it was an odd day to make clam chowder. Well people have been known to eat clam chowder in the summer, but yes some can say it was odd.
But when we headed home (twenty miles south) we noticed thunder clouds building in the sky over where the Farm is located. Sure enough we were bombbarded by gynormous rain drops just before reaching home.
So I guess my chowder wasn't so ill timed after all eh?