I was beginning to doubt whether I'd ever take pictures like these again:
Sure, we ride in all kinds of weather. But even for a born-and-raised-in-it Swamplander, this year's unending winter-esque rain and clammy temps have gotten old.
Imagine our delight to have skies like this overhead today:
Top of the clearcut, looking eastward:
Sunshine and good company.
75 degrees in the sunshine
with a high of 70 degrees in the shade. 90 percent chance of deerflies and intermittent mosquitos.
Visibility: from here to Canada.
but OH! it was so humid.
All that water in the ground (and on the trees, and in our clothes and deeply embedded in our gear) was trying to evaporate at once. Bleh.
Back home at the farm, it's time for a BATH, Fiddle-i-fee.
She tolerates the bathing process but nobody would imagine that she enjoys it.
She gets to graze on the lawn until her coat dries out. The idea is that she won't waste grazing time on rolling, so maybe she'll stay clean for a little while....
Yeah. That was a nice theory.