Let out my birds at noon to free range and as usual my seven year old brahma ran straight to the nearest snow bank. She loves eating snow, the funny old thing. But if this rain keeps up, that might have been her last snow cone this winter.
I’ve missed rain’s silvery trails slicing through my headlamp beam at evening chore time, her gentle patter freckling my face. It has been too long since she last dropped in.
The dark velvety soft night enchants me and although as wet as always, the rain in no way dampens my enthusiasm for this weather change. Spring is in the neighbourhood for sure, I hope she stops by and stays a while!