Confessions of a Weekend Farmer's Wife

I have a confession to make -- a secret that I'm keeping from my husband and inlaws. It is with much guilt that I share: I am happy that it is raining!

In late summer and way into the fall, my husband lives at the farm to get in as much haying, swathing and combining possible.

Although there is hay rotting on the ground as I write, I can't help but enjoy the droplets tapping on the windows, the cooler light that enters this space, the hush that comes over everything, the cancelled plans, a free afternoon to cuddle up with my little family unit and maybe even take a nap.

Yes, I am thankful for the weekend's rain storms. But, don't tell anyone!