Anytime I was outside yesterday, puddling about with the children, Sheila the Hereford pig was attached to my leg like a limpit, a really big limpit. Literally leaning on my leg as we walked about. She chatted and shared secrets, and followed me everywhere. Gossiping like a lonely country woman left too long in the hills.
Mama let her have her day.
And LouLou looked on.
But no matter where we went that little/big pig just talked and talked and talked. And when I had to be inside the house or elsewhere she just laid at the gate with Hairy MacLairy and watched for movement. Though she did spend part of the day grooming and chastising Hairy as he had all kinds of hay stuck in his fleece and she does like things to be clean.
Today the Home-schooled children and I are going to have a go at making our candles and tomorrow The Matriarch and I are catching the train up to the city for a shopping extravagansa with our Guide ChgJohn. We will be going to his favourite markets, to find delicious baggage to lug home.
I hope to visit Chicago a few times and catch up with a few more of you before the spring lambs. Once the lambs are born leaving the farm is impossible for a while because next there will be chicks and in a few months maybe piglets! Then you will all have to come and visit me.
Good morning. I am going up to warp speed. Come on! Keep up!
Have a lovely day.