The root cellar is looking mighty fancy with its new coat of grass. But no rain
I mean really. Looking up her dress like that.
Oh dear. This is why we call you the Big Fat Mama. She has gone into a very calm phase. This may still take a while. Remember that last time, she had her quads in April. Late April. i put her with the ram earlier this time hoping for earlier lambs. Ah well.
I told John that if something exciting does not happen on the farmy soon, then I am going to have to start cooking elaborate feeds! What is the name of the dinosaur with the long neck and the tail. See? It was so quiet yesterday that I am making shapes out of clouds while I was preparing vegetable beds.
My horizon is slipping, my brain is shrivelling! Next year that ram is going to wear a harness so that I know when to expect the lambs. So far Mama must have been with him a good two months before getting pregnant.
Good morning. The roosters are crowing. The cats are fed, it is dark dawn and TonTon has gone back to bed. There was a stray dog intruder in the night that he had to chase off and he is all worn out. All I saw in the torch light was a flash of gold. People who dump dogs to roam and fend for themselves in the countryside should have their fingers cut off. Until I find it or am sure it has moved on I will have to lock the sheep in the barn every night. Sheep hate to be locked up. They love to be outside on the grass.
Especially gentle pregnant ones and their handmaidens.
You all have a beautiful day. Once my morning work is done I shall pop over to your pages and see what you are doing. Maybe there is something exciting happening in your neck of the woods.
Then I am going to get out the mower and mow. Mowing is like cleaning it calms the mind. Mowing is fun at this time of year as I only mow direct paths through the grass so that the dandelions and lawn weeds can grow and flower. Bees love dandelions. So I encourage them. Also at this time of year I pick the young dandelion shoots for spring salads. Yum.
We have company coming until Sunday. I just found out. Difficult company, you know the sort. The sort who would rather starve than eat a dandelion salad or any salad for that matter. The sort who do not like fresh vegetables and are loud in their disgust of unprocessed meat or milk or eggs. The sort who judge using narrow windowless boundaries and then openly disapprove of our lifestyle. The sort who think sheep are dirty and that chickens smell. The sort who are right all the time. The sort who will walk straight through newly dug gardens, slam and lock open windows, pull curtains against the sun and forget to close farm gates. And I guard peace and health on my little farmy so passionately. So today I will get everything in order for their arrival. And work on transcending my irritation, then focus on juggling good thoughts. Then act calm while being vigilant about gates. And try to do better. Then I will bake cakes, they like cakes!
And I was moaning about the quiet! Have a lovely busy day.