This week has been rainy…it’s like nature’s trying to tell us “spring is here!”
It’s always special for me to hear the first thunder of the season, (I absolutely love listening to thunder) but after a bit…I’m like “I’m good now, go away, I hate the mud.”
I seriously HATE mud!
And a lot of rain equals mud…and then I’m over it.
Have you ever had to feed animals in the mud? … and then…slipped maybe?
I sure have.
One Sunday morning dumb me….dressed for church decide to feed hay to the horse (disclaimer this was a long, long, long, time ago) …I changed shoes and headed out. And you guessed it I slipped - I was covered in mud! It even got in my hair. And this wasn’t just mud so I smelled really bad too. Nowadays, feeding before work (my office and the horse barn are both on the same property) they splash me with mud, when I lead them in or out of the barn, all up my pant legs. The worse part of this is that I have to work the rest of day in the office like this. Horrible!
Okay on to the pictures=) please let me know which one’s you like!
Day 92
~jump~
I was so tired…I just opened the dictionary=)
Day 93
~in my car~
Day 94
~spring~
I took this from the car window…we were all headed to a elder lady’s 80th birthday party. Dad stopped on a bridge (no cars were coming, remember I live in Amish country) and I snapped away. My family is so patient and encouraging with this whole picture a day thing. And I can’t thank them enough.
Day 95
~your evening~
I spent my evening watching those around me enjoying their time at this English Country Dance. (I personality don’t care for this type of dancing…I like watching it, but actually doing it is a different story.
Day 96
~chore~
Watching my chickens drink the water I just filled for them. Part of my evening animal chores=)
Day 97
~outside~
Rain, rain, and more rain. These dropped were perfectly perfect.
Day 98
~yellow~
And you wouldn’t guess that with all these people living in this house, this was the only box of crayons I could find=) I guess were all grown up. I remember we used to have to open, the cabinet where we all kept them, slowly, because they might come tumbling down. And believe me picking up crayons was no ones favorite job.
Let me know what you think=)
Happy Wednesday everyone!
