Levi and I had planned on a Keenday picnic for our lunch, then a trip to the village pool before chore time. The weather, however, had different ideas. The rain started just as we had our food ready to head to our planned picnic spot. (Naturally.) So, we decided to have our picnic on Sissy’s front porch. It actually turned out to be an enjoyable meal. Sissy’s porch is deep enough for us to have plenty of room to be comfortable and to stay completely dry. At the same time we had a full view of Sissy’s flower bed, her front yard, along with the birds, chipmunks, snails, etc. that were out and about during the storm. After eating I wanted to get some shots of the rain soaked flowers. It was perfect. My camera and I were dry under the porch, yet the flowers were right there on the other side of the drip-line. Levi had just gotten fresh batteries in his camera that morning, so he was snapping lots of photos of his own. June, Levi’s dog, and Thomas, one of his cats, were also enjoying the rain from the dryness of the porch. It was cozy, cool, comfortable, beautiful, relaxing. Not the day we had planned, but a good Keenday none the less.
I had to move the electro-net today. It was soooo hot and muggy. The sweat was running off me. When I saw this little cutie in the grass I had a heck of a time getting his photo. Sweat kept dripping off me onto my phone’s touch screen and changing my settings. This was the best I could do. In the mean time I was dragging the fence through waist high weeds, trying to avoid thistles, nettles, and wild parsnip, trying to keep an eye out for snakes. The hayseeds were sticking to my sweaty skin, mosquitoes and black flies were biting me. And right when I was at the farthest point away from the barn it started to rain. Sure, the rain felt nice and cool, but have you ever tried walking through high, wet weeds? Oye! I felt so filthy by the time I got back to the barn. Let the sheep out, went back in the barn, feeling sticky and gross, and the rain stopped. No time to clean up or change, had to pick up my nephew from day care. Bleah! I am ready for summer to be over!
Thank goodness it’s raining! For a minute there I was getting worried. We almost had three days in a row without any rain!
I’ve been checking the sheep everyday lately to make sure their wool isn’t getting moldy.
Mom says the old-timers used to say, “A cold, wet May means a barn full of hay.”
May I just add; A rainy, wet June makes the barnyard a lagoon. I think the old-timers would agree.
And tomorrow starts July. If this weather continues I will be compelled to say; a nasty, wet July means the hay can’t get dry.
This could really be a problem. I mean, I am assuming the sheep will be wanting to eat come winter time.