Ah, the simple pleasure of waking up this morning and letting the animals out without getting drenched by rain!
The rain seems to have been pretty much non-stop for the last few weeks. But this morning there is blue sky! And sun! The birds are singing! And I am doing a little happy dance.
I know that Wales has a reputation for being a rainy kind of place, but the recent wet spell seems to have just gone on and on. I suppose we do have higher rainfall here than in many areas of the UK, but it doesn't usually continue for such a long unbroken period. It has been, frankly, depressing.
The ground is completely saturated, to the point that water squishes out with every step one takes. Our stream - normally a sedate trickle - has become such a raging torrent that I'm worried about the cats getting swept away if they venture too close. Hell, I think I might get swept away if I get too close. I still haven't planted my garlic as I'm afraid it will just rot. The chicken run looks like a re-enactment of the Battle of the Somme, and the path down to the goose shed has become a treacherous mud slide.
But no matter! For today I am just going to gaze at the blue sky and listen to the bird song. And dream of spring.
P.S. The forecast is for more rain tomorrow.