Okay. It can stop raining now.
And a few 75-degree days will be appreciated.
Can’t hurt if the sun shines either — for more than an hour or two.
And if I read any Facebook posts where people say they are thankful for rain because of the flowers it will bring, well…they can just go take a walk in a pasture!
Let 'em wade through mud up to their knees.
Let 'em drive a truck through the seeps.
Let 'em try to pull an animal out of a ditch.
Let 'em stretch five bales of hay into 50 because it's too cold and wet for grass to grow.
Not only that, but this has been one extended miniseries of a winter!
It all started last year. If those cold rains weren't enough, the rains of this year have been absolutely CHILLING, kind of like Misery, if you know what I mean!
So now we have Cryin’ in the Rain II.
It’s so wet that farm trucks are covered in mud. There’s no sense washing them, because like determined little boys, they just go right back out and get covered in mud again.
It was so wet last year that ducks and geese turned a nearby hayfield into a habitat. They swam where I have never seen fowl swim before.
It’s so wet and so gray that for once the groundhog didn’t see his shadow. So maybe, just maybe, spring is coming soon!
But unlike Groundhog Day (the movie), I’m hopin’ next winter doesn’t repeat this winter all over again…and again…and again!