Philosophy, Urban Homesteading and Self-Reliance

A Rainy Day


A thunderstorm rolled over the homestead in the wee hours of the morning.  As I snuggled down under the covers, listening to the quiet drumming of the rain and seeing the flashes of lightning in brilliant ruby through my closed eyelids, I smiled.  It was going to be a rainy day.

You might think that I would dread a rainy day on the homestead.  After all, I have to slog through the mud during chores, everything is wet, and nothing stays clean.  I admit that sometimes those things are aggravating.  Yet, there are ample compensations for this.  The biggest one is that I GET TO SLEEP IN!

A dairy animal is the best, most persistent alarm clock in the world.  Hush begins calling for me right about 6 o’clock on a normal day.  She has no snooze button and will get progressively louder the longer I delay.  Since I want to be a good neighbor, I don’t delay.  One thing about goats…they hate the rain.  So on those days, she stays tucked up in the shed until I come out and get her.  I actually slept in until 7 o’clock this morning.

A luxury indeed!

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