Waiting for Thoreau

It’s raining. Hard. I hope it keeps it up all day. It’s been so dry here it’s depressing. Mature trees have wilted leaves, we could have used a pick to help dig potatoes from the garden last night, the grass is dying and it shows in the butter I made on Monday. Monday’s butter was light yellow, a sign of poor grass; bright gold would mean the cows had been dining on bright green grass.

Still, it’s been cooler these past few days. You can see everyone’s spirits lifting. The dogs are back to harassing the wildlife in the brush piles, the chickens have stopped panting, and the cows are back to grazing. I’m hoping the heat is behind us.