Choring In the Rain

One of my very most favorite things to do in the spring and autumn is; chores in the rain. And this morning, I had the pleasure! Not that I wouldn't enjoy it in the summer as well, and I do when I can, but . . . rain in the summer is infrequent and sometimes, rather than refreshing, it's more like the sky is sweating. Rain in the spring and autumn are G-d's promise to His people when He's pleased, so it's an extra bonus to chore in the early and latter rains as they are called in Scripture. I'm a little too wimpy to enjoy getting rained on in the winter. Back to "choring in the rain." Set to the tune of "Singing in the Rain."
When I do both, I'm very glad nobody is listening but G-d, but as I enjoyed the chores this morning, I really missed my apprentice. She wasn't much for morning chores, actually she wasn't big on morning at all, but sometimes in the gentle rain when the earth is just fresh and green, a nostalgic wish just washes over me. Nostalgic wish is of course a paradoxical term that probably really can never be, but it's the best description I have. At any rate, as I chored in the rain, and the goats didn't even join me, I was reminded that life doesn't come with guarantees. As a matter of fact, after choring in the rain, I spoke with my Aunt. Today is her birthday and she was waxing a bit reminiscent, herself.
I've read some very profound things as of late, and one of those was "You can't move to the next chapter in life, if you keep rereading the last one . . ." But what's to say you can't just write a brand new adventure in the next chapter, with the same cast of characters? And what's to say the characters can't make the next chapter turn out differently? What stood out to me most after reading that little saying was so often after experiencing a bad chapter, and ruminating; we forget the book didn't end . . . In speaking with my Aunt today, I realized where there is life, there is still hope. As I chored in the rain and walked past the garden, seeing the fall green beans growing beautifully and the tomatoes rallying after a long hot summer, I realized the potential for fresh new beginnings are possible even in the autumn. And after choring in the rain, set to the tune of "singing in the rain," I also remembered another saying I read recently. "When I have a problem I sing, then I realize my voice is worse than my problem." A rainy day on the homestead is just so reflective!