They say April showers bring May flowers. The problem here is that most of my flowers; tulips and daffodils, have already bloomed. My lilacs look rather puny and I don't know if my hydrangea shrubs are even going to bud new leaves. Guess these April showers will just have to float me on down to Georgetown to shop for some new flowers. At this point, a boat may be the vehicle of choice. Due to falling rain, we have our little river running down the hill and under the culvert in the road to the horse pasture across the street. It was amusing to watch the horses navigate the ever widening stream of fast moving rapids across the way. As they pooled their collective energies, after seeing the dogs race down our hill, they managed to create quite the stampede in the mud and puddles. This triggered a similar stampede of little white fuzzies parallel to the equine version. I was a little concerned as I watched one dog after another splash their way across our little river. I wondered if they might be small enough to be swept into the culvert and under the street. But, no, they just kept right on going til they got to the end of the fence. Coming back was another story, however.
The two bigger dogs, Pudge and Taffy, didn't have any trouble coming back across the span of raging rain water. The smaller two, Riff and Roy were no longer running on adrenaline and they paused to notice this water that practically had engulfed them just moments earlier as they splashed courageously through after the horses, now seemed to be an impassable barricade. Because I was heading out the gate to get the paper in the driveway, I felt it necessary to keep an eye on how these two little yippers would make it back to the high part of the yard. Amazingly, Riff decided to simply use his very bouncy back legs to hurtle himself up onto the "now much higher than before" rock wall that he used to get over months ago before Mark made our fence a secure perimeter around our yard. Before I knew it he was on the outside with me, and we scurried back through the gate together. That left even littler, Roy on the other side of the river. He was eying the rock wall as well, but I wasn't going to have him miss and fall into the churning water as it entered the culvert, so I guided him to the narrowest part and he was able to leap over clearly.
What an experience just getting the morning paper.
I might add that Pepper, being the smallest, never did go over the river. Also, the horse stampede ended just beyond that part of their pasture that is just past the dogs' fence. I'm glad that they were amused and entertained by the furry frightful four.
It was wonderful to see that our University of Kentucky Lady Wildcat, Victoria Dunlap was taken by the WNBA Washington franchise. Kentucky has a good contigent up there with Kevin Grevey in the area and, of course, John Wall. I read that possibly John Pelphrey was up for a coaching job in Miami, haven't heard any more about that. I did enjoy seeing the special prior to the NCAA final four that told of the story of the special bond between the Florida Gator's head coach, Billy Donovon and his former assistant coaches. Over a four year period, they each lost children through their wives miscarrying late in pregnancy or the infant dying soon after birth. It was a heart wrenching story, yet out of it, these families have been able to reach out, not only to each other, but to many others in similar circumstances. It also solidified the bond between these men and their families forever. It would be nice for John Pelphrey to land a job in Florida once again. If that doesn't work, I'm sure something would come up in Central Kentucky. He is one of our Unforgettables after all and I know God is watching over him and his family.
It is now twelve days before Easter. I am trying to prepare for this special time, as we grow ever closer to marking the days when mankind was at it's lowest low of all times, then experienced the highest of highs. This remarkable story can be read in all four of the gospels in the New Testament; Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Two of the twelve disciples, that were with Jesus during his ministry, penned their stories. Matthew was the tax collector and John was the disciple that "Jesus loved". Mark was an associate of the Apostle Paul, who is responsible for most of the letters in the New Testament. It is widely believed that it is Peter's account of his time with Jesus and the other eleven disciples. The other gospel was written by Luke, a doctor who also traveled with and was an associate of Paul's. It is the most historically accurate of all the gospel accounts and is even continued in the book of Acts, also written by Luke, which records the Acts of the Apostles of Jesus and the beginning of His church. I highly recommend one or all of these books that are full of the good news of Jesus Christ.
It is time for me to get something other than blogging accomplished. I see the horses are again waiting across the street and it is time for the doggies to go back out for their business. Have a great day and stay dry, luv, Susan
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