hearing the thunder rolling, feeling the temperature dropping, seeing the sky darken, and smelling rain not too far away and caring not a jot.
All the menagerie are where they should be, in paddocks with plenty of feed and shelter,

all my outside chores are done for the day,

and, oh joy unbounded, our hay is baled and safely undercover.

Life is good.


There is nothing quite like that feeling when you get bad weather right after the hay is under cover.
I’m working on celebrating the small stuff
Great socks!
They’ve had a long life 😊
Warm, fuzzy feelings all round!
Counting my blessings