Richard arrived as we were wiping down our saddles and putting our tack boxes away. The clouds squished themselves together and squeezed out some more rain. Richard and I stood, with our arms outstretched, letting it wash over us.
Jackson had rolled. There's something about raindrops on a horse that makes them want to roll.
Brett and Richard made the rounds with the hay cart...
while I went inside and checked on the status of the Buckaroo fire (started by lightening last night, not far from us). The fire was 75% contained. The firefighters didn't mess around; helicopters and water tankers were flying overhead last night until dark. I went back outside to report on the fire and the clouds were moving out. The morning sun bathed the dampness in golden light.
My first dahlia is blooming. I love these big, brash, bright flowers. It looks like a 4th of July firework, don't you think?