It was such a perfect evening.
I had to work all day but when I got off at five and headed to the barn, it became the perfect evening.
Perfect for sitting in an old barn and looking out at the pouring rain; the same rain pounding on the metal roof like artillery fire.
Just warm enough to be able to get soaked while feeding 30 horses on three different farms and not get cold.
Perfect for puddle splashing.
I could see the grass becoming greener as I watched, it seemed. I could almost see the leaves popping out of their buds.
Even with all the thunder and pounding rain on the metal barn roof, it was like peace and quiet for me... just because I was alone.
I enjoy being alone sometimes. I know it's unusual for a married person in love to want to be alone, ever, but both my husband and I treasure times alone. He likes to go hiking in the woods alone, or do tractor work in the fields alone; I like to go to the farms alone and just walk through the fields, or sit in the grass, and be alone. I guess we're quirky that way.
I enjoy our horse farm, with our huge new barn, but most of all, when I need my peace and quiet, I love to go to my friend's farm - way off the road, you take a secluded trail to get down there. I have keys to the gate, because I feed the horses.
You can't hear the road. You can't hear anything. It's where I go when I need to slow it down and take it all in.
After about an hour of sitting in the hay, looking out at the thunderstorm, I realized
It wasn't going to let up anytime soon, and I was missing Kevin after my hour of "alone time" so I ventured out of my old barn perch and promptly got soaked through.
It really was a perfect evening -
Perfect for eating pasta leftovers, so I didn't have to cook anything;
Perfect for polishing off birthday cake,
Perfect for frumpy sweats,
Perfect for cozy fires and kitty cuddles on the couch with a fuzzy blankie;
Perfect for a good movie....
Who knew a rainy, chilly, stormy day could be so perfect?