Foggy Morning Dew

I woke up about an hour ago to water dripping from the eves. It has rained again overnight which for some reason pleases the heck out of me. The house is surrounded in the quiet but impeccable blanket of fog reminding me of what it is like to be rolled in a blanket of wool. Somehow on days like this, sound seems impenetrable and everything has a little bit of a distant feeling to it. There is a quiet muffled quality to everything I do.

The leaves are fully out now and more and more I am seeing trees beginning to bloom. The choke cherry trees are unfolding their blooms and sprinkles of wild strawberry blossoms are everywhere throughout the lawn. And the horse and alpacas are beginning to take an interest in their green surroundings.

Sometimes I look at our animals and think thank God we have survived another winter. Last night I took some food out to Pouff (the angora bunny) and she tipped the whole lot out onto the mesh screen that covers the bottom of her cage. Even she had decided that enough was enough. When I came back to the cage with great handfuls of picked grass I discovered the food lying on the ground and the bunny waiting patiently for her more delightful dinner in my hands. I think she was mad that I had even deigned to give her those stupid pellets.

Generally speaking spring is a time for all things green. That is why it feels so strange this morning to wake to this grey cotton wool day. With level 5 done and out of the way I am feeling the urge for a spring adventure... but I find the weather to be a discouragement. Yesterday my expectation of a walk in the woods in search of those elusive orchids did not come to pass. I might try again today if it is not too wet. But there is nothing worse than a walk in the woods to come home with your pants wet to the knee. Oh for a pair of new rubber boots. Perhaps I should take the truck and go boot hunting. A cozy Aran sweater and a pair of plaid rubber boots is something I can see wearing as I trudge through the forest in its wet drippiness. Still the mushrooms don't care what I wear as I pick them and even the orchids will not complain when I stop to shoot a quick snapshot.

The dogs bound around the yard each time I go out oblivious to the wet that surrounds them. All they care about is the opportunity to sniff the ground on or off the trail as they crash through the woods in search of squirrels or other equally stimulating rodents. Narmin came in last night like a mud wrestler. I popped him into the tub and watched as the tub turned brown in response to the pound of dirt dropping out of his fur. I daren't think about the two big dogs and how much mud they had hidden beneath their downy exteriors. But because Narmin is low to the ground and the smallest of the lot he keeps getting tipped onto his back in the mud as the other roll him around a wrestle with him. With the mud of the vegetable garden still requiring transfer from their pen...

This is what is left of our old veggie garden which we use for the dogs now.

well you can see why the little fellow takes the brunt of the mess.

Well it looks like the fog is going to burn away after all... but still the rain stays and the wet ground remind me of the wet spring days of good old Newfy...perhaps later it will clear enough for my walk with the dogs.... and those orchids.... well, they are elusive as I said.... so wish me luck.

Here's to enjoying the spring moisture....