It poured rain all day yesterday. Stumpy was stuck in the laundry room with four yeeping chicks. The beautiful lilacs by the kitchen window are beaten down. More branches and leaves cover the front yard. I postponed a needed trip to town and tried to keep a fire going in the wood stove. Going outside, I was met by soggy chickens and sodden goats. Coming back in, I couldn't have been wetter if I'd stood in the shower with my clothes on. I am a big fan of Celtic music, and have so many tapes and CDs I'm surprised Ireland and Scotland don't consider me an archive source; however, even that lively beat wouldn't lift the spirits on a day like that. I'm tired of writing about the weather...I'm tired of the weather.
That said, the sun is shining brightly this morning, and the weather report says we're due for eighty-degree days this week. Having raced and beaten the trash guy to the corner, I can say that it's still bloody cold out there and I darned near had to throw the truck into four-wheel drive to get back up the slushy road. Nothing like a little fishtailing to get a jump start on the day.