The irony was not lost on me.

When I awoke this morning, there was something missing.  The sound of raindrops pat-pat-patting on the roof.  I knew it had to be Monday.  After spending a frustrating weekend, waiting for any good length of clear weather, I finally found it.  Just in time to go back to work.

Sigh.

It's not that there is any lack of indoor projects to do.  It's more that there are MANY MORE outdoor projects to do.  I have been waiting for two consecutive dry, breezy days in order to do the spring cleaning of the chicken coop.  I am still waiting.  The two consecutive days tend to coincide with the days that I am trapped in my office.  I am frustrated.

I got a big batch of my favorite granola made, made butter, made yogurt, did laundry - which I defiantly hung out on the line in the drizzle.  Because I knew it would dry TODAY.  Yes, I am still frustrated.  I also made a quick trip to the dump with my recycling.  On Saturday, I took my car up to my mechanic for an oil change and tire rotation, and to get a quote on fixing the things that the dealer did not fix - yes, I spoke to soon as to how wonderful they were.  After many calls and messages - none of which were returned - the limited warranty had expired, so I went with the trusted Midas group.  On my way back home, I also stopped at the greenhouse and planted four short rows of various carrots and two short rows of fennel.  I love being in the greenhouse - even with no sun, it is warm and smells of loam.  All it was missing was my DS Melanie.

View from the farmhouse.

Four short rows of carrots and
two short rows of fennel.

Peas coming up!

The rain finally cleared on Sunday around one o'clock, but it was chilly and damp with a brisk wind.  I did get a few things done outside - apple trees pruned and fertilized, sheep paddock raked - and paid my weekly visit to Jasmine, Rosebud and Alice (and the rest of the numbered cows...).  I put the dogs in the fenced in area behind the sheep's middle paddock and let them tear around.  Scrappy is now willingly playing with Lovey, which is a joy to watch.  They carry on - Lovey, tearing around at the speed of sound, with Scrappy leaping out at her when she gets close enough - until Scrappy has had enough.  Then Lovey digs many holes while Scrappy takes a respite.  I, meantime, was tackling the dreaded grass in my soon-to-be flower bed.  I swear that root base was a good, solid six inches.  There is nothing that eases frustration than ripping out big wads of crab grass and root clumps.

The coop is on hold for at least another week - we are forecast for rain from Tuesday through Friday, with a chance of rain both weekend days.  And I have the shearer scheduled