But I can't take any credit for it. God provides the scene. All I do is press the shutter button. Still, it thrills me every time.
Last night we had a very disgruntled storm blow through. It grumbled and flashed and filled the sky with an amazing light show. I opened one eye, but was much too cozy, snuggled under the quilts to open the second eye. I fell back asleep with a happy and thankful heart at the sound of rain drumming upon the roof. We had 1.2" a few days a go and another .8" last night. 1.6" just to the east of the house in Antelope Pasture and even more east of that pasture. If we have a late freeze, this just may be our saving grace this winter.
This is what I found this morning when I went out to let my chickens out:
I was excited to have the chance to pull these on:
The chickens looked a bit perplexed
I didn't hang around long enough for them to come to a consensus although I think Sarah had better be prepared because it looks as if her coop mates just might push her in:
because there were puddles to welcome:
And a sun to salute:
And horses to greet:
Good Morning sweet boy: