Our rain gauge measured 0.5” fifteen minutes after I took this photo.

Our pond remains full. Despite the three weeks of drought immediately following the last snow melt, we have had regular rainfalls measuring between half an inch of water (said fast sounds like “half an enchilada”) and an inch and a half. The mosquitoes love it.

The inability to work outside gave me the opportunity to have Michael, that ever-moving dervish, sit still long enough to give him a trim.

“The difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks” is Michael’s favorite saying.

After 30 some-odd years, I may be getting the hang of this.

Tip of the hat to my mom, who let me know from her shining example that you can do pretty much anything given the knowledge and the right equipment.