Quite literally and figuratively this week!
Mornings, this week, have reminded me of autumn.
The sun rises through thick fog,
while a curtain of misty moistness hangs in the air above the ground.
The dew lingers until noon... the earth saturated from the rains of the previous two weeks.
I was caught quite by surprise yesterday as the mid-afternoon sky darkened
and thunder rumbled.
I was inside working on a new embroidery project and had no idea that a
storm had moved in.
Then the rain started... and it poured and poured....
dumping 2 ½ more inches onto the already soggy ground.
The water ran in rivers through the farm,
running from high ground to low ground with nothing in between to soak it up.
The lowest point of our farm is our pond.
Needless to say, it swelled until it almost crested...
rising to almost a foot above its normal level.
Of all the animals on the farm, the ducks are happiest when it rains.
(And by the way, our five remaining young mallards are still with us,
and doing great.... seemingly adopted by the domestic flock.)
The runner ducks and Ancona ducks can be found just about anywhere these days.
Their boundaries are widening daily.
The sight of anything different sends them...