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!