Sunday here. Daylight savings begins today. Which means I am a little late as to the clock. Mia is trying but she still cannot tell the time. So I think I will be forgiven. But it amuses me how sheep learn routines. Since she has been sick, every afternoon I let her and Mama out into the Forbidden Field. The grass IS growing, but is still way too short to graze intensively so it is a balancing act. You will remember that this field was only sown last spring. However every afternoon about two these two start to loiter over by the gate, and if I am not fast enough Mia will set up her Moaning.
After bolting through the gate, they wander about the clean fields, finding a few new shoots to nibble on. Green grass is such a tonic for them. And by the way, Mia is eating her yoghurt and garlic like a very good sheep as long is it is heavily laced with molasses. 
Poor old Hairy MacLairy. Last week when I was focussing on Mia, the calves and Daisy were being naughty so I separated them quickly and I forgot all about Hairy and left him in with the calves. He hates the calves he thinks, quite rightly, that they are stupid. Yesterday I realised that he had not come out of the barn all day, he was lying in the dark looking depressed. So I led him to Daisy’s gate and let him into the Corridor field with her. He looked at me as if to say Took Your Time! and trotted back over to his Best Friend. 
The bees have been drinking their sugar water. But it was too windy for them to venture out yesterday. I am hoping that today will be a better day for them. 
Cooder needs his nails cut. Bags not me! We have never had to cut them before, as he has kept them down with his road work, but he tends to run in the ditches and fields now taking short cuts on the morning run with John. The poor old fella has an aspirin in raw milk every morning for his arthritis. Aspirin is derived from Willow bark. It is a very old remedy. In fact Hippocrates writes about its use in relieving pain in childbirth and swelling in joints. So, with that kind of recommendation and as long as it is taken with milk, it is worth a try for him. By the way the vet told me that sugar coated aspirin will not work the same – it has to be the old recipe, hence the milk. 
And if you were wondering what happens to the ceramic sugar bowl Tops after the ceramic bowls have been grown into the hedges. They sit in the bird baths. The bird baths are also old ceramic plates and chipped platters sat on the metal skeletons of broken chairs and topless tables and even a wine rack that I found dumped on the side of the road. Both the bees and the birds appreciate lots of water. One of the joys of spring is seeing water once more shimmering like daytime stars in the gardens.
Good morning! The sun is going to pop over the horizon at any second, the world is light now. Clear skies and a warm day promised. John will shortly take out the cooking oil car and drive 12 miles to buy a Sunday paper. They don’t deliver them any closer than this service station in a little town on the main road. So he makes the trek on Sundays. How can Sunday be a Sunday without the newspaper.
Have a lovely Sunday/Monday. I will be outside in the gardens all day again. What a joy.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
59 responses to “Sunday mornings are the best”
It sounds like the day is off to a good start. I’m thinking of you as I have my “shower for the inside,” with lots of water to drink.
Have a lovely day, and don’t get depressed by anything in today’s newspaper.
Ronnie
I must get back into the big doses of water in the mornings again. just one glass is not cutting it! morning Ronnie! Thanks for the reminder.. c
Thats why! I was just in the kitchen, saw the time and thought, “It’s still so early.” I hadn’t changed the clocks in there. That’s better! When I’m visiting Zia, we go 10 miles up the road for her Sunday paper. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear we drove past your farm along the way. 🙂
Have a great day, Celi!
John just got back and the newpaper deliver van guy forgot to change his clocks so no newspaper, and too far to drive all the way back later in the day, so Sunday is just not right for John today.. what is he going to do without his crossword!! c
Print him one from the internet. That’s what I do, every day, and 4 sudokui, for Jock.
I love the way the animals matter. How each and every one is important and recognized. That their intelligence and being are respected. It must give you great joy to have that richness in your life. We live in the city (Milan) and have a dog and rabbit. And even though I can’t indulge them with grassy fields and long walks in the open, I love the intelligence they have and the spirit they add to the household. I hear the dog panting at the children’s door…she wants to come out…she is 14 and seems a bit restless. I wonder what that means…Maybe she needs milk and aspirin.
Have a great day.
morning Charlotte,just having the other animals breathing along with you, makes all the difference doesn’t it..makes us feel more real somehow.. c
What a beautiful morning…wishing you a marvelous garden adventure today!
Newspapers make really good compost – some days, that’s the only thing they’re good for…
They do well in the compost, plus my worms love them so a good fat newspaper is never wasted.. morning marie! c
P.S. All the photos are beautiful. But I particularly want to compliment the photo of the bee houses…the colors are exquisite. Thanks, as usual, for the daily romp outside the confines of my own life.
Thank you Charlotte, I like those ones too, each year I paint different colours so i know how old the supers are.. c
living vicariously through your blog makes me feel more real somehow…it gives me the courage to imagine a very different lifestyle one of these days…
I am honoured that you say that, how wonderful, and if I can do it, pretty much anyone can, women and farming are a very strong mix. A very satisfying connection. c
I just love your writing. Makes me feel as if I’m right on the farm with you Cecilia!
Morning Tia, I write as though you are all with me, which makes everything so much more real!! c
Time change is going to have me rattled for a day or so, but why are the bees bricked in? t
They have bricks on the top to stop the supers from flying away in the gale force winds we have here, that would not be good! Morning T.. c
Clear skies and a warm day sound like good tonics after a very busy week. Twelve miles is a long way to go for a Sunday newspaper but I agree with you that Sunday wouldn’t be Sunday without a Sunday paper. It is good to see a picture of Mia nibbling on the green grass shoots and to hear she is taking her yogurt *medicine*.
That’s so funny – Hairy being upset about separation from Daisy – it sounds like love 😉
We forgot to change out clocks, too. Always takes a while to get accustomed to springing forward, but love the seemingly longer daylight. I’m back in the garden today as well. Enjoy your paper and your day!
well the paper never came but we had a tremendous day in the garden, afternoon now, the clock says evening but it feels like afternoon.. c
oh no….the ways this darn daylight savings affects us all. i feel it is unnatural!
it is, it was started in the war as a cost saving measure, am i right, but noone can explain to me why it is still going and how you actually save the money.. c
Happy Sunday!
And for you as well renee! .. c
This sounds like a perfectly lovely Sunday morning.. everyone peaceful and grazing.. I hope you have something to graze on with your Sunday paper! xoxo Smidge ps I would love to see that collection of chipped platter bird baths.. it must be soo pretty!!
It’s a lovely re-use for plates etc that most folk would throw away. BTW aspirin is an anti-coagulent, so watch out if Cooder cuts himself anywhere and bind it up tightly.
I cannot believe how green the grass appears on your farm compared to the brown of Minnesota. But I will not complain too much, In the sixties here today and another gorgeous day with the sun shining. Enjoy your day digging in the dirt.