Longing for evening

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..

Just One,  to see if they are ready to eat. Almost ready.

But all that busy little day yesterday… I was longing to get back to here. Longing for the evening.  Just this once, I went to bed early. Before the sunset even.

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.

celi

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.

56 responses to “Longing for evening”

  1. Despite your constant busyness, I always sink into your blog as if I am sinking into a wonderful bath (we don’t have a bath). I love everything about your blog!

  2. Did you manage to get your camera fixed? Loving the grapes – I could just reach out and pick a few (the squirrels used to get mine in London – guaranteed, every year they’d scarf the lot). And for some reason I’m surprised to see how green the hay is.

    • That camera is working but only when it feels like it, I think the next problem is going to be the battery.. Alfalfa hay is quite green isn’t it..not for too long though.. cat

  3. Isn’t it so wonderful to wake up to coolness? Busy day here also. Picking and putting up beans and corn and making jelly and pickles. (When will I pack?) Well, putting up that food is as important as packing at this point. I guess it falls under the same thing as “Making hay while the sun shines!” Have a wonderful day on the farmy.

    • Morning Lynda.. I love to read books and see books and own books, I am greedy like that.. that is the little bookcase of books waiting for a re read … the big bookcase is already a room, I need more shelves is my constant lament!! c

  4. Good morning, Celi. Are those red Concord grapes? The only ones I’ve seen have been distinctly blue. I slept through the night last night (first time in about a month — ahem). All is well. Have a lovely day.

  5. The picture of the grapes is lovely – such a contrast with the thoughts of hay and heat!
    Aching arms is an understatement after getting in the hay (how do those women on the farm with little kids manage?)
    Farmers go to bed early for a reason!
    Hope the animals all mind their manners and behave and you have a great week

    • Morning Mouse. I have often wondered how one milks and cow and throws around hay with little ones. Do they have a pen for toddlers as well as a pen for the cow? Thank goodness I do not have babies to manage at the same time.. c

  6. You’re so much smarter than me…I had a chance to go to bed at 8:30 last night, and didn’t take it.
    Have a wonderful day…stop by the Corner if you have time, to see Angel with her new friends, the goats 😀

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