Oh my goatness. No sooner than I report that we are in a severe drought than the forecast says rain. It started raining Monday, and it hasn’t quit.
I don’t know how much we’ve had (probably close to three inches), but my redneck rain gauge is overflowing.
The dry, dusty air has been cleaned.
Xerxes
The colors are vibrant.
There are drops. I’m loving it!
The goats aren’t quite as happy about being wet; although, Antigone says a girl has to eat to keep feeding kids, so she’s still out there.
Edith, Kate, and Antigone
The barn smells a bit like a wet wool rug.
Tilly, Gill, Dolly, Tiger, and Reva; Aurora in back
Maybeline doesn’t look like she cares.
I’m thrilled with the rain, and I’m also happy to say that, with this first test of the tile my nephew put in, the swampy area at the end of the lane is not too bad.
The only critters who seem to truly love the rain are the geese.
They are doing their own little happy dance flight.
Teresa
