They were really just small showers.  I hate rain, but these were rather nice.  This is our garden with the sun setting in the northwest.  It was still raining when I took this picture.  I thought I might be able to get some white streaks of rain, like Tom had in the Berkeley photograph.

I got a few earlier on, when I was with the horses in the meadow and it was lighter:

My daughter had just brought her horse back from a show

where she won the gold medal for being the best Welsh cob.  The horse won, but the daughter got the medal.  She was a lot shinier than usual, and her three white socks were whiter than usual.  The horse looked good too.

The other horses didn’t care.

They were just glad that she was back.

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