I've been out cleaning trenches.
When the water piled up out there, we dug trenches between the larger puddles (small ponds?) that eventually led to the pond. They require daily re-trenching to keep them open. I'm about ready to give up; I never seem to get ahead. If would stop raining at night, that would help. But I am tired of worrying about it. I think I'll just bag the thought of a garden again this year, give up on the trenching, and stay inside, sucking my thumb.
Or worrying about something else. Today was the day I moved the animals from one pasture to the next. The horses are being problematic. They've sniffed the hay I put out, but won't touch it. They went right to the green grass. Last week I didn't worry so much. But last night, my uncle, a farrier, mentioned the f word. Founder. Yeah, now I'm worrying. I may go out and catch them up in a bit. Make them eat hay.
Not that I blame them. Really. Two of the goats decided to make the hay pile their bed. I wouldn't want to eat a goat's bed, either.
That's one of the things I'd like to get a picture of and post here. Durn camera-gone-AWOL. Not that you care to see such a thing!
(Clarification; my uncle would call himself a horseshoer. And he probably doesn't belong to the AFA. He'd be what you'd call old school. But he knows what he's doing.)