Did I Tell You?

It Rained Again?

Well, not quite all day. I took the day off as the Eastern Villages Association...the EVA our environmental/preservation group was getting an award down in South Jersey. It was a nice affair and perhaps we made some connections to help us in preserving the farm across the woods.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning my house, mostly sorting and organizing my clothes. As I am retiring, I certainly don't need the extensive wardrobe I now have so I am trying to get rid of the non-essentials, or things I have not worn in a year. Once I retire, I will do more sorting. Things are still rather a mess, but at least I have three big bags of clothes to donate, and most everything else in its proper place--well except for the horse/barn closet with my sweats, breeches and all those extra casual clothes I wear around the horses.

It actually stopped raining for a while this afternoon, but it was sooo wet out there, it was a swamp. The lilacs are so weighted down with water they are drooping into my sidewalk. They are gorgeous this year too.

Lake Follywood is filling the one end of the arena and I see a pale blue bell boot in the center. That means Tucker was wading or more likely playing in the water. This from a horse who delicately threads his way past every mud puddle on the trail. *G*

Tomorrow is supposed to clear so I will take the Boys' sheets off in the morning before school. They may get a little wet but the sun should be out in the early afternoon. Then, however, the rain will be back at night and soak us again.

I swear that the grass grows inches every day. Some I plucked to feed the Boys just a day or so ago is back to what it looked like before plucking. It's beginning to remind me of one of those sci fi films where the mutant plants start to take over the world. If it weren't so wet, could turn the Boys out on the back lawn and let them eat but they would chop up the ground so much I'd never be able to mow. As it is, there are still a lot of bumps and holes from when they escaped this winter over the knocked down fence and frolicked all over the place.

For some reason, leaping, bucking and galloping about is a requirement of escaped horses. They will stroll around their own paddocks, perfectly calmly. Then escape! Instant frolic. Is that part of the "Grass is always greener on the other side" program? "Greener grass is horse trampoline?"

Guess I will never quite comprehend the equine mind.

Did I say it was raining again?