The words in that title rarely end up describing the best of situations.
But.... we shall get to that eventually.
After months and months of walking dry, crunchy-grassed earth,
sitting here listening to the sound of rain falling for much of the day
is quite welcomed.
I can only hope that it is sinking in and reaching our water table.
Yes, as the sun rose (but didn't show) yesterday, the edge of a cold front
settled in from the west.
A few well-placed breaks from the rain made animal chores easy.
One such break came late morning, when we needed to bring the horses
in from the front pasture.
Seeing us walking towards the gate, they all ran across the pasture
to greet us
(assuming that our pockets were filled with peppermints as is often the case...
but not so, this time.)
I easily hooked lead ropes onto Red and Ollie (the Littles)
and Hubbs went to get the ponies.
Scarlet stood at the ready, but Donnie had refused to come any
farther than halfway across the pasture.
"Why don't we just let him make his way home with Moonie,"
Moonie never lets us down and always takes himself back to the barn,
so it seemed to me that Donnie would follow his lead and head there as well.
Oh, how I would love...