Another rainy day on the farm,
and the puddles have puddles,
and the dry lot is... not.
It rained so much yesterday morning that even the horses were unenthusiastic about
venturing out from the cover of the barn.
Moonbeam spent much of the day perfecting the art of the nap.
Eyes, slightly open... but no one is home.
He is meditating... in his mind he is grazing in some green meadow somewhere...else.
Despite the clouds' constant weeping...
we seized the day and did some outside work.
Hubbs helped me dig up cannas... a task made easier by the soft, moist soil.
Where months ago I planted maybe ten...
there now were at least five times that many.
Next year we will have many cannas to plant...
and those will reproduce exponentially every year...
until I have so many cannas that I will be giving them away!
I also dug up the dahlias and gladiolas from the same garden.
All of the bulbs will rest in the greenhouse for a day or two
until they are dry enough to pack away in the dark, dry barn closet.
This closet contains the hot water heater so it maintains a pretty steady temperature through the
cold winter months... a perfect place to store these bulbs 'til next spring.
Hubbs spent a little time gathering...