Just before I went to bed Monday night, I e-mailed the hay man with the good news that it hadn't rained all day,
the radar was clear of ominous storms, and he should have no trouble getting his truck
and my 300 bales of hay here on Tuesday morning.
Two hours later, I woke up to the sound of rain on the roof. Then the lightning started.
Then the power went out. Then it rained – and I worried – all night long.
I called the hay man at 6:30 a.m. with the news. The hay was already loaded and this was the only day
he could deliver it. I drove out to the highway to check the depth of the mud. I didn't get stuck.
I called him back and told him he could probably make it, as long as the forecast for
"60% chance of heavy rain before noon" didn't happen.
Then he started on his journey and I worried for another three hours.
I hate hate hate worrying, but at times like these, what else is there to do?
Go outside and take pictures in the fog.
At least the rain had stopped and the power had come back on.
Johnny came with me while I tried to find Lucy and the boys.
I looked high, Johnny looked low.
We never found them...
...but I finally stopped worrying. Nature is a powerful elixir. I need to take it more often.
The fog lifted, the hay man arrived safely, and I couldn't stop smiling.
The hay barn is full and that's one less thing to worry about for an entire year.