An August night’s rain brings a soft morning to our acreage. As the men go off to work and early football workouts and the girls awake at a camp on Lake George I spend a few magical moments with the animals and land I’ve neglected for the last few weeks. I won’t notice the weeds or the fly tapes in need of change. I’ll just dash off for my camera before the sun rises too high in the sky.
The mama goats complain now and the babies we lock up for the evening (so we can get first dibs on milk each morning) complain as well.
Blue Jays take over the mornings where robins have left off and everything is soft.
