After 3 solid build days on the Grain Bin House we got slammed with rain, and more rain and even more rain. Construction came to a mud sliding halt. It has rained at night, in the morning and in the afternoons. It has rained while we were trying to fix electric fences, cook outside, set up a new milking system for our cow Polly, put together our rocket mass stove, manage baby ducklings, plumb the water lines, host a few guests, move livestock around, hang laundry (which has now been hanging for 3 days) ..you name it, it has been rained upon.
At times, the sun would peek through, tease us for a couple of hours and bake us with humidity, then the rain came back and our feet, legs, clothes just got muddier. Wet clothes would only stink up the caravan (remember we have no dryer) so they got hung outside, alongside the clean clothes which of course had returned to their former dirty state. But as my good buddy G. reminded me today, "You choose this life didn't you?" Why yes G. we did.
And on the evenings when we felt truly beat up by the hassles of tiny living in a swampy acreage with very few of the modern conveniences we used to have, we were graced with the most amazing silver linings in the clouds that besieged us.
Tomorrow...only hot sun is forecast. Bring it!
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