You might think that with outside farm work to do...
that I might not like rainy days.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I learned long ago that the only way to endure the ever-changing weather is to embrace it.
And so, I have learned to love rainy days.
With gardens, meadows, streams, ponds and forests all dependent upon water
for life... rainy days are essential!
And so, we don our rain gear and dive into the day as if it were no different
that the sunniest, blue-skied day.
The work gets done... and even extras.
And when it's all done, the wet clothes are removed...
and a cup of hot tea, or soup warms us up from the inside out.
|steaming cup of lemon verbena tea from the garden.|
I love the peace and quiet of a rainy day...
the sound of water trickling down the downspouts...
the sound of horses hooves as they suction into the mud of the dry lot.
Life slows down just a little.
Some are content to stay inside looking out.
And some revel in the extra moisture on the ground.
I sat and watched the runner ducks yesterday as they ran,
slapping their little orange rubbery feet in the mud...
running their bills through the mud in search of who-knows-what.
These three have added so much to barn life.