A WEEKEND WASHED IN RAIN

Luna is like a honey badger - she does NOT care. Look at that look!

The rain didn’t just visit this weekend — it moved in, unpacked its bags, and made itself at home. It cooled everything down, which I was grateful for. These warm February days have been trying their best to turn the tunnel into a sauna, and the plants and I both needed the break.

But once the novelty of “forced rest” wore off… we were all climbing the walls a little.

The dogs were the first to crack. After hours of pacing and sighing and staring dramatically out the windows, Daisy and Luna finally found the one thing the rain did give them: mud. Glorious, ankle‑deep, splash‑worthy mud. They tore through it like two kids let out for summer break — Luna grinning so big her whole face folded, Daisy kicking up arcs of brown water like she was training for the Olympics.

By the time they came back to the trailer, Luna was unrecognizable. Just a mud‑coated creature with a tail. Daisy wasn’t much better. And while neither of them cared one bit about the mess, they both suddenly remembered their dignity the moment they realized mud meant baths. The betrayal in their eyes was almost impressive.

Inside, the rest of the weekend was quieter. I chipped away at flower farm business tasks that had been patiently waiting their turn. We worked on taxes, which felt both responsible and deeply un-fun. The kind of work you don’t want to do but feel oddly proud of once it’s done.

I love storms — always have — but they hit differently now that we’re living in a trailer. There’s a thinness to everything. Every gust feels closer. Every rumble settles a little deeper in your chest. It’s beautiful, but it keeps you alert in a way a house never did.

Still, there was something comforting about being tucked in together while the world outside blurred into gray. A weekend of pause. A weekend of catching up. A weekend of muddy dogs, warm lights, and the kind of stillness you don’t get to choose very often.

Maybe that’s its own kind of gift. And you know what they say, "February showers...". Oh, never mind.