You would never know that outside that rain barrel, the sky was crazy blue and the coreopsis was crazy yellow...so much color it kind of hurt your eyes. I can see why the little guy needed to take a break.
Yesterday Meg and I went to study the water situation on my land in Kansas. I've been trying to get the utility lines marked but I'm finding the country way of doing things is very different than what goes on in the city. Who knew there were even more things to complain about? First of all, the water department is run by volunteers. If that volunteer goes on vacation, you have to wait until she gets back to ask your question because it's not like her phone is set up to take messages. :-/ The gas company guy did manage to mark the electric lines but seemed confused as to why I needed anything else marked. Errrgh. I'm a little nervous about even trying to get a water spigot set up on the property because of the wildly erratic water bills I will eventually get. I've heard that the volunteer's kids jump out of her car to read the meters and maybe they get the numbers remembered in the right order when they return to the car, more likely they make up something on the way back. Anyway, I've been told to get prepared to be billed for crazy amounts that will fluctuate wildly and will make no sense, especially in winter.
While Meg and I were studying the garage (the only building on the property) to find a good spot for a spigot, I heard a peacock in the distance. I've been in sort of a slump for a few weeks but hearing that peacock in the neighborhood just made me feel lighter. That has been a dream of mine for....a heck of long time, possibly before I even lived with birds (that could be close to twenty years)! If people in the area are already suffering with the sound of one peacock, what difference could a few more make when I start living there full-time? >:-)
A couple weeks ago my sister sent me this photo of what she calls her pet of the day. The "dude" just appeared and stuck around for a couple days to check out her land...although most of his time was spent checking out his reflection in her windows to confirm just how pretty he was. He only stayed two days and then left to go hang out in another neighbor's yard who lived down the hill.
Colorful. That's what I'd call the day...and there is potential for even more local color...whether it's peacocks or the odd ways (to me, at least) of how things are done in the country. One thing I've learned in my brief experience out there, I know how to roll my eyes when I hear the stories of someone trying to get anything done.