Enchantment Enough

Cornish sheep in a rainy springtime (c. LH McBride 2013)

Dark clouds from the northwest, laden, pinned to the earth beneath the white ones from the southwest. Stalled, they scour'd

the land with branches torqued, torn from trunks. They raked

the fields with hedges' trees bending low.

Like a dingy skirting board, sheep huddled close to the base of hedgerows,

out of the rain where even bending branches couldn't reach. Out of the north wind, miserable despite their wool and cleverness.

A herd of black and white cows in the field below made a photo corner, filling the triangle in the hedged field separating them from the sheep. Fairy Cross Farm, 

the signboard said, intimating

Enchantment

Such as one might find in a month of too much rain. 

Enough to be glad one isn't a sheep.