The rain was slight when we headed out. A short walk, along the edge of the marsh in the back pasture. I think it was Zinnia who scared the female mallard. She flew low over our heads, getting our attention so I wondered if she doesn’t have a nest she was protecting.
When the rain came big and hard, I stood under the white pine, my head poking into the low branches. I was surprised that Fate and Zinnia joined me. It was as if we were under a giant umbrella.
When the rain lightened we move on along the muddy trail of the sheep and donkeys. No more than six inches wide, I placed one foot in front of the other as if walking a wide tightrope.
It was along the path I saw the first wildflowers. A shy violet, Violet with her head bowed, and a sun of a Dandelion low to the ground.
