Storms rolling in from the south assailing Fair Haven our front row seat to all its got. We go with God which doesn’t always save but is eternally safe. The windows vibrate with each lightning strike as the thunder concussions reverberate unhindered across the river and strike us full force. Fair Haven is twelve acres of wild of which we are taming out one front acre that gives a stunning view but also the bulwark as it were to all that moves north by northwest. Our view is 200° plus and the only sign of man is one red river buoy. It’s us and nature, toe to toe, and God over us all. The show must go on.
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