Tonight, the wind is howling as rain lashes the skylight. My husband measured over five inches of rain in the last few days. Even though it poured yesterday I felt the need to get outside. I used a hoe to open up some water bars to help drain the rain off our dirt driveway so it wouldn’t wash so much of the soil away and leave a washboard to drive on.
I also put cow manure on some of the fruit trees my husband and I pruned last month. I did this in the rain, because I wanted to feed those trees, before the rains stop. Well, if you really knew me, you’d know I love being in nature, and being outside in a rainstorm is a form of worship for me. Here in the Coastal Range of Northern California, in Mendocino county, where I have lived for over thirty years, there are two seasons—Wet and Dry. I wasn’t quite sure if the wet season was ending, but thankfully it is storming again. The earth will stay green at least a few weeks longer.
After two hours of working in the rain, my woolen outer clothes had finally soaked through and my core temperature took a dive, and it was time to go inside to the welcoming warmth of the wood stove.
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