Oh sweet beasts... has salvation finally arrived for us? Has not the rain of the last several days been the most pleasant gift we could ever hope to receive?
On Sunday morning around the hour of five you were on my mind as the hail stone bounced off the roof of the place I live. I kept wondering how you react when the hail penetrates the film of your home.
Good news sometimes comes in in buckets and the rain looks to be coming in this fashion over the next week or so. We may be saved my friends.
Today, I spent the day tying your new offerings... new gifts... because I sense you have become weary of the same presents we have been bring you over the last several years. I hope you like what I've come up with.
You may be wondering about Charlie. Charlie is abroad so to speak and I am sending you this postcard.
Look at him would you? Sitting and basking in the high desert sun of San Miquel de Allende with a big cigar in his mouth. Guess we will have to start calling him Senor Charlie. You're probably asking the same question as I - "Where's the sombrero?"
Charlie and sweet Cheri are having the time of their life at a time they should be. However, Charlie has learned to be true what I told him about this place. Even as enchanted as it is... there are no carp in San Miquel de Allende.
I am sure he will be excited to see the lot of you quite soon.
The rains will keep me from you for a week or ten days... and without hurting your feelings... I don't mind this at all.
Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher