Rain...rain is falling outside my window...rain is in the forecast for the remainder of the week...the wood stove is working over time...it's warmth keeping the damp chill of the house at bay...
I'm not fond of rainy days, my bones ache...I begin a task, lose interest and quickly move on to something else, I feel befuddled...I blame it on the rain...April showers have brought May flowers...I want to work in my garden... weeds are calling to me...my peas are lonely, waiting for their friends, lettuce and carrots to keep them company...
Winslow Homer is not a fan of rain either, in order for him to venture out...an umbrella is required...along with an enticing reward...a favorite chicken treat...the girls...my hens... do not travel far from their coop, the old adage "mad as a wet hen" is true...keeping everyone happy here at Dog Trot Farm on a rainy day is not an easy task...but then I remember the rhubard sauce and french vanilla ice cream...a smile soon spreads across my face...let the rain fall...
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I'm not fond of rainy days, my bones ache...I begin a task, lose interest and quickly move on to something else, I feel befuddled...I blame it on the rain...April showers have brought May flowers...I want to work in my garden... weeds are calling to me...my peas are lonely, waiting for their friends, lettuce and carrots to keep them company...
Winslow Homer is not a fan of rain either, in order for him to venture out...an umbrella is required...along with an enticing reward...a favorite chicken treat...the girls...my hens... do not travel far from their coop, the old adage "mad as a wet hen" is true...keeping everyone happy here at Dog Trot Farm on a rainy day is not an easy task...but then I remember the rhubard sauce and french vanilla ice cream...a smile soon spreads across my face...let the rain fall... 