It’s a rainy afternoon and H. is home and we are both enjoying the quiet, unhurried interval of an easy weekend at home. I am reading old British crime novels on my Kindle, and hubby is at the other end of our large living room enjoying Raiders of the Lost Ark on our amazingly big, second-hand flat screen TV. Each of us has a sleeping dog at our feet. It is peaceful (once you tune out the movie dialogue) and as I look out the window the sky is white and overcast with thick clouds, and a mist obscures the range opposite, on the other side of our little valley. The rain is coming down at a slow but steady rate. There are pools of water on the ground, it is sodden but the water tanks are not yet quite overflowing.