Well, spring was nice, but it appears to be summer now. We’ve had sunny days with temperatures that soar to the boiling point, suddenly explode into thunderstorms and cool everything down for the evening, and then the same thing all over again the next day. Yesterday’s storm was simply brilliant – there’s another one brewing right now, but it doesn’t look nearly so exciting. Yesterday we had wild smashing wind, and rushing clouds, and this really cool boiling hole in the sky with lightening and rain coming out of it. It wasn’t a funnel, but it looked like it could have gone that way if it’d wanted. Thankfully, it didn’t. I love storms. I was out at the back behind the barn watching this one come roaring across the fields, while Raven was out front taking pictures of the sky. (See, it’s not just me!)

Now, among those pictures I couldn’t show you the other day because my computer ate them was a shot of this very broken tree branch – actually about half a tree that had rotted out at the trunk and was only attached by the fact that it was hooked into the other branch. It should have fallen that day. We waited for it to fall. We’ve been wanting it to bloody well get it over with and fall so that it would be on the ground instead of hanging over us and the sheep like some kind of tree of Damocles threatening us with its crushing weight.

So yesterday, with sheep safely in the barn and chickens safely cowering under the deck, it decided to fall.

Remember how I said we’d finally finished the fence?