I was at the grocery store and we were talking about the weather and how wet it has been here in Boise. That conversation got me thinking about my aunts and uncles. They were all farmers in North Dakota in the Red River Valley. We visited every Summer for the first 18 years of my life. There was never a time that the talk with my uncles didn't revolve around the weather. It went something like this:
Too hot, too cold
Too wet, too dry
Too little, too much
Too soon, too late.
And that pretty much describes the weather.
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