Remarking. Because it is remarkable.

It is currently not raining.
This is a remarkable occurrence.
So far, the newly cranked up and expanded electric fencing has kept the horses in their designated pasture.....

(In wistful, horse-like voice) "Oh, I remember the days of freedom, the rich fields of alfalfa, the toxic weeds of the muddy cornfields, the beauty of slogging through the rice paddies...."
And, the dirt on Peach is NOT from a roll in the paddock. That would leave her firmly encased. This is from the pasture and her morning graze. You can clearly see her white hairs where she rolled in the grass.

I woke up this morning, thinking I have a good morning of working around the barn, mud control, stall cleaning, rotating critters through pastures, laundry, trying to clean the frying pan Huz used for eggs days ago, and the child in "charge" of dishes has left unscrubbed, skillfully moving it around, full of water, but not getting any cleaner for that. And then, as I sat down with my tea to watch Youngest grate cheese onto the floor, I realized- NOPE, Middlest's "Breakfast of Champions" is this morning. This is where they give certificates to the students that have maintained honor roll grades all year, or have had perfect attendance. They serve a healthful breakfast of doughnuts, and "juice cocktail". This will cause the children to have all neurons firing for the day ahead.
So, I instead went and did what had to be done in the barn, or shall I rephrase- made sure everyone had food, water and were safe, took a bath and hit the Champion circuit.

Here is Middlest, holding her Honor Roll Certificate in one hand, and her medal from being on the Destination Imagination Team this school year.

Back at home, Peaches and Oslo came in from their morning graze, the sheep are demanding and miserable, but I can't let them out until Mikey is done with his breakfast, because they will swarm directly to his stall and eat everything. Maybe even Mike if he's not careful.
On the way back to the house, I walked through the middle orchard. It is the wettest spring, ever, but the trees are still determined that it is spring.

The mulberries are very happy. So will be the birds in a few weeks! Cars, beware.

The apple trees are also optimistic.

The sour cherries are looking pretty good, but I noticed a bag worm nest in the tree! YUCK! Maybe pyromaniacal Huz can fashion a bag worm torch?