It poured buckets of rain while I was at the barn this morning. A downpour on a metal roof - I could only take so much. Frank didn't seem to mind that he couldn't hear what I was saying; made it convenient to be lazy, though it shouldn't really have mattered since I'm supposed to be communicating with my body, not my voice anyway. After a beautiful clear day yesterday, today is one of those cool and wet spring days when everything is green and damp. I arrived home from the barn to a cranking woodstove. We let it die down three weeks ago now; I thought it was done for the season. The animals are glad that isn't the case. Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there, especially my own magnificent one. I'm in a stage of trials and tribulations with the little babe right now - the new growth involved in the transition from toddler to kid, Momma's girl to Dad's bud, is tough for us both. But as in nature, change happens whether we want it or not. And there is good in all seasons and stages, we just have to look harder sometimes to see it. So at the end of a rough day, that bedtime snuggle means all the more.