At a certain point, the world is so wet that even Edgar doesn't want to go out and graze. So the herd calls in takeaway.

"I'd like a spring leaf medley," Aurora told me. "Some elderberry, some pear prunings, a bit of willow, maybe a small side order of honeysuckle and buckeye."

"And make it snappy," Edgar added. Did I really hear him mutter "It's hard to find good help nowadays" under his breath?