Blessed Rain

More prayers were answered on Memorial Day as it began to rain. The kids and precious Emma all headed back home that morning and DH and I - and Skeet - spent 6 hours the next morning making a circle in the Ranger to keep from tearing up the roads:

We checked 12 rain gauges:

And yes, I made a list so we could document everything - DH records everything he does in a book:

Another gorgeous morning with crisp desert air filled with the smell of blessed rain. I wish someone would invent smell-a-vision because the smell of rain in the desert is truly heavenly:

When it rains in the desert, the phones start ringing as ranching friends begin inquiring about rain amounts:

Spotted Tank was full

And the birds seemed to be celebrating:

Skeet has to test out every tank

And give his seal of approval:

Time to test out the 4-wheel drive

                                                 

Skeet looks a little skeptical - LOL -

A few prayers were sent heavenward because it would have been about a 12 mile walk back to the house:

DH said I ought to have a little more faith

And yes, our feet were soon back on dry ground

Boy howdy, does he ever love to run

Another stamp of approval

He's always on the job

Where to next?

I love windmills, but I'm sure glad we don't have to pull them anymore

Our rain gauges often dry rot between rains out here so that gives you some idea of how happy this moisture makes this rancher

His 4-legged side-kick kind of likes it too

 

And as I finish up this post, I hear thunder rumbling! That means I'm fixing to throw open the windows in hopes of smelling rain while we sleep because it'd be good to make another circle!