There was a car hiding in my barn – off with its head!

The peacocks have done a good job of camouflaging this car. It is a parts car, for a project that is on hold, and was using up an entire bay in the barn. So out it goes into the cold. To make room for animals in the winter. 

Now you see it. Now you don’t. As usual there was an audience. 

We worked in the barn for the afternoon, still toiling away at returning it to its origins. A barn without animals is sad. Our barn must have been sad for years and years but slowly we have pushed all the old vehicles and accumulated detritus back out and made room for the farmy.

Big Dog is still wearing his coat.  Yesterday afternoon came out a little warmer so I thought to take it off and shake it out, but he lay flat on the ground and gave me the eye. I was not to touch. Often this dog surprises me with his acute responses.

So TonTon did not feel left out, I put John’s nephew’s dressing gown on him,  purely for my  own amusement you understand, TonTons lack of amusement was tangible. I caught him intercepting John in the corridor, beseeching him to relieve him of the ‘orrible outfit.  Dogs faces are so expressive. Of course I was laughing out loud.  Mean Miss c, he said.

Good Authority- soon to be shortened to Author (thank you Betsy)– and LuLu …

…came out to play in the sun yesterday. They had a lovely day and though they were not terribly impressed about being put back into the hay loft for the night, they were happy to curl up and fall into baby sleep.  They were tired.

Cooling down a little.

When I let the cows back out into their pasture last night I was greeted, or rather farewelled, with this glorious sunset.

Good morning. It looks like the old man in our story is going to be called Salty.  Thank you Barbara. Though his real name is Roger. (Who also says dreadful things with a wicked glint in his bright eye.) The woman who tells this story only calls him Roger when he is doing something particularly cantankerously old-man-like. Mercy I will never be a writer if I cannot find the right words.  But I do not write at my best in the morning. I am an afternoon with a cup of tea writer. And into the evening with a glass of wine, if all is going well!

I made myself a White Russian  last night before going into the study.  John said, I thought you had given those up. Not ’til November, I said, stirring. Better have two then, he said. So I did.

Have a lovely day. Unless Sandra is moving in to your place. Then, keep your head down.

celi

On this day a year ago. The corn was Harvested. Uncle’s beans are still waiting for the ground to dry.