Move along, Move along, Nothing to see Here.

I decided not to post a page this morning. Then after the milking and after I had started a new cheese, my daughter called from hot, hot Melbourne and said ..

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I am waiting. I have been checking and checking. Where is todays post? I want to read it before I go out.

What time is it, I said.

Midnight.

Midnight. Oh. Well, there is nothing to see. I took a few shots yesterday, I said, but they are all so deadly dull.

We want to see the dull too, she said. five-003

And how will all your people really know what it is like if you hide the dull from them? Chimed in Our John.

You are not supposed to be listening to other peoples phone calls.  I said.  He went back to his paper.

I thought men could not hear a thing when they were reading the paper, my daughter whispered in my ear.

Hmm, I said. five-002

So here you are. But you do see what I mean. five-001

The only change I have today is that it is windy as well.

My daughter told me a story about some people in Aussie who, to escape the bush fires, evacuated themselves down to a beach. There they discovered that they were sharing their beach with a large number of kangaroos who had also designated the shore as a meeting point in case of fire.

Have a lovely day.  And welcome back to work New Zealand.  I am off to check and see if the cheese has set.

celi

78 responses to “Move along, Move along, Nothing to see Here.”

  1. Your boring is indeed beautiful. I have a technical question for you…when your emailed post arrives in my inbox, it’s in abbreviated form. I like that. Because then I click the “read more” and end up here. The two blogs that I am working on, when mailed, show up in people’s inboxes as entire posts. Do you know how I can change that? Does anybody know? I’d like to send out the shorter / “Read More” versions…

  2. I like that kind of dull. The kangaroo story reminds me of when we were living in Seychelles. A flood arrived while we were having lunch in an art gallery-cum-restaurant. We tried walking on the road, up to our middles, but had to change tack to walking on the beach – we had about 20 miles to go to the airport. The beach was the driest place. We did get a lift in a Land Rover towards the end of the trek, so caught our plane back to the main island.

    Enjoy what’s left of your day!

  3. Truly not dull at all–a beauty in your writing and wonder in the photos. Just look at that snow pasted to one side of a tree…

  4. It’s not dull at all. They’re lovely pictures. There’s a little oak in the garden here that I will take endless photographs of in every type of weather imaginable. It never loses its fascination for me. There is beauty in so many things.

  5. Living in Minnesota, I truly understand the challenges you face in photographing the winter landscape. It takes effort to see the beauty. Check my post tomorrow on “prairie poetry” and perhaps you will be inspired.

    Also, I thought men didn’t hear anything either when they were reading the paper. Guess I was wrong. I’ll have to test that theory on my husband.

  6. Deadly dull is okay, but deadly cold and deadly wind not so much. I’m rather tired of the cold and the wind…I’ll take Now a beach line with kangaroo’s who really gets the beach?

  7. NEVER a dull moment on the farmy, Cinders!! I agree with all the other readers…we have really come to depend on your daily posts to begin our days!! (We’re a sad group, arn’t we?) 🙂 And if we were unable to do that every morning…Now THAT would be dull!! 🙂

  8. Actually C I love the snow pictures..the one with snow all along the tree trunk and branches particularly..
    We are expecting a snow storm here in the next few days and everything and everyone seems to be slowing down in anticipation

  9. First of all, like your daughter The Good Husband’s first question when I sat down at the computer is “what is Celi doing today”. Dull post. Not at all. We are vicariously living life on the Farmy. Everything is interesting. Just as there are no stupid questions that are no blah photographs of The Farm. Have a splendid Sunday. V.

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