For the Birds...
Sweet relief, it is raining. After 38 days of dry, almost suffocating heat, day 39 has brought rain; heavy rain that sits on the mountains, soaking into our parched desert. I think it's raining because of all my rain dancing, chanting, and meditating. Julie thinks it raining because she finally washed her car. She may be right! There is an audible sigh from the farm as the water sinks deep into the soil. A short break from the heat, July has just begun and historically, it is hot and parched. For now, the chickens dash into the rain looking for worms, the horse whinnies and trots in circles, and the goat bucks all in great appreciation. About a month ago, I noticed a beautiful nest being build low in one of the aspens back by the farm plot. Bits of twigs, strings, weeds I had just recently pulled, and straw from the pathways were all interwoven in this beautiful tapestry of a nest. A bird's nest is bits of it's life all twisted and...