Outdoor Therapy

After having been cooped up in the house for a week being sick, when the sun finally peeped out today I was more than ready to get outside.  Since it had rained maybe three inches overnight, Herb and I took the Doodad and drove out to check on everything.

The pond had overflowed its banks, and the runoff into the little wet weather creek overflowed its banks, too.

If only the pond would hold all this water so we could save it for summer!

When the sun popped out from behind the clouds, it set Zephyr Hill Farm aglow.

Even with the soggy ground, the Doodad climbed easily to the top of the hill in the Back Pasture.  We both love this view of the farm.

We had almost a bird's-eye view.

From this vantage point we could see the creek from the hunting preserve (left) join the pond runoff and turn into the little creek (center).  It's rather mind-boggling to think that all this rushing water is on its way to the far-off ocean.

When we got back into the Middle Pasture, I called, "Ooooh, cow!" and held up a bag of dry bread.  I had to laugh as Siobhan came leaping and bucking down the hill--more like a calf than a dignified pregnant lady.  She does love her treats!

On the way back to the house, we stopped to watch our little creek turn across the pasture to join the larger creek.  Herb mentioned that the latest issue of one of his professional counseling journals had an article about outdoor therapy and how it helps people feel better.  We both knew exactly what the article was talking about, because that little drive outdoors, with the sun on our faces and the animals around us, had done us both a world of good.