I need to preface this post.  About three months ago Jonah was running down to the gate with David’s keys in hand, pumping his arms and oops the keys slipped from his hand and into the big bushes that line the wall in front of our home.  Not only are these bushes full, they have thorns and the barbed wire that used to adorn the top of the wall is now entangled in the bushes.  We searched for hours without any luck.  We ended up changing all our locks.

We had a rain (downpour) the other day.  We grew up saying it’s raining cats and dogs.  In language study we asked an instructor what the equivalent is in French and it was something about cow pee.

I was on the porch with the boys, watching a small pond form in our front yard and then I noticed something under the bushes.

So I think we can say, it’s raining forks!  It’s not our fork so either a neighborhood kid threw it into the bushes or the previous residents lost it in the bushes.  I went looking for the keys, but they didn’t come down with the rain.  Maybe next time, it’ll rain keys.