Rain arrived in the night, but it was gentle, and the temperatures warm, so the horses were happily grazing this morning. All horses’ shoes were still on, and Fred, the farrier, was due to reset everyone. The day was off to a good start. But then, the heavens opened and rain sluiced down. Fred called and rescheduled to tomorrow, complicating the week a little bit. One more night of hoping all shoes are on in the morning!
With the rain and Fred’s cancellation providing an opportunity to attend to matters on my desk, it was not a loss. Harry and Weedy went into Chesterfield on a sculpture mission. Here they are last night, resting up for adventure.
During a break in the rain, I biked up to drop letters in the mailbox and saw Derry, who is still on daytime turnout. I didn’t see Jane, so I still don’t have a picture of her hew haircut.
Today, we are suddenly enclosed in green. For weeks, the woods have been greening, and suddenly they are dense. No more spying on Jane through the trees. No more lights from neighbors’ houses in the distance. Leaves change the world again. The dogwood blossoms are nearly finished, but worthy of a last picture.
Birds were out, despite the rain.
A collection of different birds – sparrow, dove, cardinal, woodpecker 
Wet dove 
Blue jay in flight
In the barn, the horses enjoyed a peaceful day. Tom Morris rested in the aisle, with no sunshine in which to bask.
Nap time 
“Any treats?“ 
In another break in the rain, Harry and I wandered to the mailbox to get mail, with Mistletoe insisting she wanted to come. Not far into the walk, she decided to wait for Harry’s return and get a lift to the house.
“Could somebody carry me home, please?”
Finally, a picture from Nancy – the Big Ditch in Montana, has water today. A monumental irrigation project was envisioned and completed in the early twentieth century, creating a 75 mile “ditch”. It still exists and serves the Bitterroot Valley, famous for apple orchards – and beauty.
Stay safe, stay well. Peace.
Thanks Anne for sharing your life with us.