Splitter, splatter, drip, drip, splunk.
We awoke to rain this morning. It wasn't much. Just enough to dampen the dust, cool the air, and make the horses frisky.
When we opened the goat shed, they all ran out as usual. Then they felt the rain and ran back, jumping and twisting and doing their best to avoid the rain drops. Cowboy did a few laps around the shed, cutting across the porch, yelling "ma, ma, maaaa" and jumping like a cat before joining the others inside.
I love the way raindrops cling to leaves, flowers and fruit.
I picked some tomatoes from the garden and harvested enough Friendship rhubarb to make a pie.