I awoke to the welcome sound of rain this morning, and it's been falling steadily for several hours now. This is a perfect first rain...not too hard, but certainly enough to wash off the truck and even settle the thick dust. Last evening I startled a jackrabbit out in the open (thankfully Bessie was occupied elsewhere), and it left a trail of ever-present dust in the still air as it raced for cover. I'm trying to think of a way to give the Silkies some protection in their pen; this is the first rain they'll have seen. I suppose they can just duck into their little house for now (if they've got enough sense). One of the squirrel engineers down at the barn has not shown a lot of forethought. A major tunnel entrance is right in front of the door to the sleeping room, and precisely in the path of the runoff when it rains. Even the diaper-wipe blankets will not keep the family dry in that case. On the other hand, the hole might act as a drain and divert the water from going into the bedroom...and that's a good thing. I don't know what effect the rain will have on the grape harvest. I realize full well that I did a lot of complaining about rain at the beginning of the year, but that was about too much rain for too long. All things in moderation (in a perfect world).
Fresh homemade pasta is addicting. It's not just the taste and texture that appeals; the process is amazing. It's very similar to making bread, in that the dough becomes silky and satiny...very sensuous. Unlike bread making, which takes a long time, pasta happens almost instantly. The recipe I've had the best results with calls for five eggs, so the pasta is very rich and flavorful. Yesterday I took half a batch of pasta and a pound of chevre cheese to barter with Kim at dkcellars for a bottle of her Meritage red wine. Heck of a deal!