Reflections in the Puddles of My Mind.

I woke up this morning and it was raining. Not the heavy sound of a deluge, as it was last night.., but a quiet, windless rain that comes in a serious manner and brings substance with it. I like this kind of rain. It's almost like snow only it can still be heard. It's the rain that fills our reservoirs and rivers. The intrinsic flow of life that makes this land more livable for us, and the wildlife, in the hot, dry days of summer.

I ate my favorite breakfast and took some pictures inside the house...

I had to deal with a cranky, couped up Corgi that has a wild look and a "puppy worm" in him. I let him out, at one point, and he sat on the porch looking at the rain. Then he wanted in. I think that even the dogs are tired of the gloomy days. I figure that as long as we have a few beautiful days of sunshine in between the days of rain that we are fine.
California is so wonderful in the Winter.., at least here, where we live. It's never the same weather for days on end and you never know what you're going to wake up to every morning. Carl will just have to deal with the inactivity. This afternoon the sun is suppose to shine. Then he can run through the garden at top speed and bark at the goats..., who, by the way, are in their house complaining again.., especially Brownie.

So I went to the computer and I'm writing this post about very little... as you can tell.

One very good thing...
My friend, "C", is suppose to come home today. Her daughter said that her knee is doing really well and that she seems in good spirits. She was sipping broth when I called. A good clear soup and Morphine are always a good combination. Maybe she needs Carl by her side, on the bed, to give her a warm cuddle too. On the other hand, the pupster would probably be barking at everyone in the hospital ..,so maybe that's not such a good idea.

OK, I need to give this post some redeeming value. One of the Blogs I follow is called Beyond Vagabond. The author is a modern day gypsy who has a very interesting attitude toward life and I love reading what she has to say. Her motto is "All who wander are not lost". That's a Tolkien quote. Take a look at her post today. These wagons make my heart beat faster. My desires for simplicity, beauty and sometimes wanderlust , prompted my comment:
"Oh to live and travel in one of these wagons for a while..., I would herd sheep, heat my own water and do without the trappings of our materialistic lives to live in one . That first wagon is a work of art. I suppose they are terribly expensive and then you need horses..."

I feel , inside, like I would love this solitary life, on a vast expanses of land, in the middle of a thousand sheep, or goats. There is a part of me that longs for a life of complete autonomy and NO "luggage", but I think it is an idea that looks more appealing in theory that in reality. Oh well.., just some thoughts on a rainy morning..., reflections in the puddles of my mind.