Aren’t April showers supposed to bring May flowers? Well, apparently we’re a tad behind here in Oklahoma because May monsoon has arrived and shows no signs of surrender to any sort of fair weather inspired floral displays.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am grateful for the rain. I am . Most days.
Good rain showers now mean that we will have a great hay harvest this summer…hopefully two cuttings so we will have plenty for our own animals and perhaps enough to sell at a good, fair price to the neighbor who has cattle. We always like to have enough for everyone.
Good rain showers also mean reduced fire danger. Going through a couple of summers of drought will put that in very clear perspective for you. We have had “volunteer” fires sweep onto our property in the past, and were very grateful for our fine volunteer fire fighters who swarmed the place with great enthusiasm. Do you ever wonder if volunteer fire fighters are really closet pyromaniacs who stay just to the right of a very fine line? No matter. Those guys were awesome.
Good rain showers also mean salvation for my bandaided-following-extensive-beaver-damange pond. Last year’s remaining puddle has been restored to its full glory complete with beautiful, flowering lily pads adrift. Side note, if you have a body of water on your property that you enjoy and you one day see a cute little beaver swimming around in it, do everything you can to encourage that little flat-tailed, tree destroying, pond draining bastard to move along. You may (as I did) initially find him charming, and then he will destroy every bit of scenery you hold dear.
Back to gratitude! Yes, gratitude. The pond is full to the brim and lovely, not a beaver dam in sight.
Good rain showers also mean mud. So much mud. And I’ll be honest, I’m struggling to find gratitude for the mud.
The mud on Tails You Win Farm seems to somehow have a life of its own. No matter how hard I try. No matter how much I clean. The stuff just keeps creeping in. A smear here. A glop there. On this chair. On my shirt. Coating our shoes. Changing a Dalmatian into a chocolate Lab.
Just yesterday, on Sunday – you know, that fictional day of rest – I spent the day in an all out battle. I vacuumed, I scrubbed, I washed bedding, I broke out my beloved professional floor scrubber. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more.
Finally, several hours into my frenzy, feeling that I had accomplished the ultimate conquest, I turned to survey my sparkling home and saw…saw…
Maybe, just maybe, I can find gratitude for mud because you and your dog friends obviously have such great fun playing in it. I’ll work on that. Maybe I’ll just throw in the towel and play with you.
Mud pies for everyone!