The rainy season

OMG.  It's rained the last 28 days in a row.  And now the local news service is telling us that it's time for the rainy season to begin.  It's true, I guess.  I mean, it always rains for the state fair which is coming up in a couple weeks.  And it always rains for sheep season which began on the 10th of August.  So yeah, the rainy season is here.

Yesterday though, when I walked down the mountain with our little girl to deliver eggs to the hatchery and cheese wheels to a neighbor, I found a few dry patches on the trail and some berries on the bushes.  A brief reminder of what summer should be- but wasn't.

That's right.  You heard me.  Summer is a thing of the past.  I'd say twenty percent of the trees I can see from my window have started to turn color.  The rose hips are red, half of the garlic is harvested, the potatoes are flowering.

I must find some time today, between making mountains of cheddar, to wander into the big backyard in search of blueberries.  Then I'm going to run some milk through a cream separator that I'm trying out, to see if it can replace our antique hand crank model.  Make a wish that everything goes as planned today.  I could use a day of no surprises, a little progress and no rain!