A thunderstorm rolled over the homestead in the wee hours of the morning. As I snuggled down under the covers, listening to the quiet drumming of the rain and seeing the flashes of lightning in brilliant ruby through my closed eyelids, I smiled. It was going to be a rainy day.
You might think that I would dread a rainy day on the homestead. After all, I have to slog through the mud during chores, everything is wet, and nothing stays clean. I admit that sometimes those things are aggravating. Yet, there are ample compensations for this. The biggest one is that I GET TO SLEEP IN!
A dairy animal is the best, most persistent alarm clock in the world. Hush begins calling for me right about 6 o’clock on a normal day. She has no snooze button and will get progressively louder the longer I delay. Since I want to be a good neighbor, I don’t delay. One thing about goats…they hate the rain. So on those days, she stays tucked up in the shed until I come out and get her. I actually slept in until 7 o’clock this morning.
A luxury indeed!