Yesterday was just a little day. A nice peaceful Sunday.
Milking the cow while TonTon watched from his usual place. Telling Sheila she knows that John does not like her to play in the traffic and get back in the barn right now it is time for your dinner. Watching the chickens drink the last of the milk. Did you say Thank You to the cats for leaving you some? They are stood in front of the thirty bales I bought yesterday to add to the forty we baled ourselves the day before, and the hundred we had loaded into the barn a few weeks ago before the price goes up to 6.5o a bale. My usual price is 3.50 a bale. My straw man is very kind to me. I reorganised one side of the loft to accomodate them. My arms are tired.
Every time I went onto the verandah I tasted the concord grapes..
Good morning. It is delightfully cool this morning. Today’s sun is just beginning to colour the sky. Daisy is gently lowing from the rat house paddock. I began to add the newly baled hay to her feed and her milk production has risen again. She will jog to the barn now for her milking because that is where the good hay is. Cupboard love. A wonderful thing. Though frankly a cow laden with milk and jogging across the field is not a pretty sight.
There is a long list of things to do today. No going to bed early tonight!!
Have a lovely day.
On this day a year ago.. basil pesto.
Though over at Tales of Ambrosia – here – there is a far superior recipe and method for pesto.