Oh, happy, happy day! Rain. Rain. Rain. And more....rain. Through the night, and (after a bit of a break) more throughout today.
And it's been a good, steady sort of rain. The kind that means business. The kind that fills ponds.
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| The vernal pond |
I took a walk this morning with the dogs to enjoy the glorious wetness. I suppose that for people that live in places where good amounts of rain are commonplace, my over-the-top joy at this bit of wetness must seem rather incomprehensible. But if you lived here, you'd understand. This winter water is vital to keeping this fragile oak woodland ecosystem going. When it doesn't rain, the hills begin to die. And everything must wait through an entire summer of intense heat before the hope of rain can even be a possibility.
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| The lower pond |
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| Hobbit Hole with stream |
When I got back to the house, after an hour of revelling in the rain...there was this white soggy chicken on the porch...
...and she was saying, "Enough, already!"
Sorry, sweet hen -- I'm still doing the rain dance.
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