This week was one of our monumental "once a year" happenings. The "filling" of the ditch. We are near the end of a long succession of irrigation ditches. By the time water reaches us, it is really more of a creek. We call it our "crick". As the ditch rider opens our water gates, the newly formed flow of water slowly ebbs toward us. My kids think its just for them. The horses think it's just for them. The dog thinks its just for him. And I watch them all and smile.
The horses get down and roll and splash. The dog gets in too. By the time the water gets to the kids its nice and muddy, thanks to the four-legged's. It's a yearly passage of time. You know soon following, frogs will begin their chorus and tadpoles will start emerging. There is something about it that lightens my step.
We undertook the garden in earnest this week too. The corn is planted and the beans. I am a little nervous to put the tomatoes in quite yet. We'll see. Maybe next week.
The joys of sunshine. School is nearly out. I am in love with spring and so thanking God for it!
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven........
Ecclesiastes 3:1