The forest around my cabin dried out a bit yesterday and will dry even more today. I’m enjoying not getting soaked feet or hearing a squishing sound when I take a walk. Sometimes it’s the littlest things that make me the happiest.
It’s not just me that feels happier when I can comfortably get out and about. Even the chickens seem happier. They were thrilled last evening just to take a dust bath in the dirt. Everything from groundhogs to rabbits to white-tailed deer were out last evening, too. So I’m pretty sure it’s not just me that’s happy to see the rain end for a while.
Last evening, the twilight lasted until late, the sky holding some level of paleness long after the time I was used to because the cloud cover was gone. This time of year, going a week or two without seeing a clear sky makes a big difference in how long the twilight lasts. When the sky finally does clear, it’s as though the evenings are an hour longer. I know that’s not true, but it feels that way.
The sunshine this morning was most welcome too, even if the light outside my bedroom window at 5 a.m. looked the same as the light at 5:30 a.m. on a cloudy day. I can get used to that.
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Ah yes, it is a lovely time of the year. Nice to have the windows open at night, except when Mr skunk walk through the yard. Whoa he or she was potent last night.
I don't mind the squishing sound, but wet feet means ultimately getting chilled! That's what I mind:)
I can relate to little things being important!
Cathy: last night Mr. Fox walked past the chickens and that set off a ruckus--first 8 chickens all hollering at the top of their lungs, followed by 2 dogs. I'm surprised you didn't hear it .
Carolyn H.
Jeanette, it's not the sound of the squish that bothers me as much as the feel of the squish in my shoes. Yuck!
Carolyn H.
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