God is good all the time, whether it rains or not, but on Saturday He blessed us with rain. I can hear ya'll now: "Here we go again, another post about the weather!" LOL.
I'm sorry, but as ranchers, our life pretty much really does revolve around the weather.
After a Sunday morning breakfast omelet, DH and I headed out on a rain run. The rain gauge here at the house just had 0.2" in it, but around here, we are grateful for every drop. And as we drove east and then north, we began to run into water and DH laughed when I told him I needed a photo of a puddle:
I told him it was for historical documentation purposes. 😄
This rain gauge at North Camp made us dance a little jig:
Seems as if the rain ran across us diagonally and covered about 25% of the ranch.
We are desperate for it everywhere (as is everyone in the state), but the most amazing thing is, that we got the best rain right where the cattle are. I know that's not a coincidence. I don't believe in those. I know, without a doubt, that God's hand was in it. And I am a firm believer in prayer so to all of you who have sent prayers, THANK YOU! Know too that I am keeping those who are dealing with TOO MUCH rain in prayer as well. Our girl said she didn't think they were ever gonna dry out in OK. She was raised a desert rat so this has been a big change for her. It's rained so much there that she said she thinks she's beginning to mold. 😳
Skeet came along for the celebration too:
We drove up Sardine Mountain to get a bird's eye view of the dirt tanks without tearing up the roads:
These tanks were previously empty. Adobe Tank, that falls off into Adobe Lake was full. They're a couple of miles away:
And Silman Lake was full!
any green you see, is mesquite, not grass. We also have a tank called Madison Square Garden (don't know who in the world came up with that one!) and it was full, but it is silted in and needs to being cleaned out and it can't be cleaned out until it's dry, but right now we need the rain more than we need the tank cleaned.
No more feed runs! No more hauling hay!
Although we are very grateful that we were able to buy hay or we would have had to sell the 300 hd we have left:
Skeet will miss hay runs too - the calves come running when he hits the ground:
Cool, crisp, rain-scented desert air. The smell of coffee wafting from DH's cup. A happy pup:
This man by my side:
And when this song came on the radio as we ran across Sardine Mountain, I got a little misty-eyed:
Pretty much a perfect Sunday in my book.