Yesterday The Farmy dropped through into one of those delicious Pauses that we often see but don’t have time to feel. A gentleness rises up and envelops us. Encouraging us to yawn as we work, and sink onto rocks to watch when we are done.
The animals feel The Pause. They simply lay down and watch. They relax and potter. Daisy is especially calm and sweet at the moment. And Queenie, who take easy going to great heights , is so laid back at the moment that she is practically horizontal. These chooks were actually picking bugs off her as she lay there.
Scrapper knows all about pauses. He spends all day asleep but with one ear up as he is the best Mouser in the barn.
Tui has been sitting now for seven days.
And Charlotte has six days to go to her date. She spent most of yesterday sleeping in front of her fan. And is eating less each day now. She will drink up all her milk and eggs but picks at her grain mix. I am feeding her less more often. The garden is producing lots of greens that are high in iron so the foods she is eating are healthy.
Sheila rearranged her fence so that she can lay down and look out. This hole is quite big enough for her to get out too. It has been like this for three days now and I have been waiting for her to come out and meet me at the gate but it seems pigs cannot crawl like dogs so she is content to arrange herself so that she can rest in her new gateway with only her nose sticking out and visit with Hairy and the cows as they pass by. The pause is that strong.
Of course the only one on the wee farm who cannot recognise a Pause is Blue The Savage. I work hard training this fellow. He has cloth ears sometimes. But when he chooses to be good he is very, very good. Maybe he has a metaphorical curl in the middle of his forehead!
Good morning. I have four cats, three dogs and a peahen waiting quietly on the verandah. So I had better get moving.
We have another simply stunning day dawning. And I am moving slowly. Gliding really. The Pause must still be in effect. Can you feel it?
Have a lovely day.
celi
Your gentle friend, celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
62 responses to “A pregnant Pause”
A chance to chill out, how nice for you Celi. Isn’t it nice how the farmy seems to react so organically and as one to whatever positive forces are at work here.. 🙂
Yes, I could feel the pause. Nice.
Lovely – all creatures that on earth do dwell …
Ahhh…yes, breathe in breathe out because before you know it, you will be dodging around like a soccer player!! Although don’t little piggies sleep alot at first?? 🙂
Good to see the pup up and about and everyone else lazing about.
Sheila looks suss to me – she has escape written all over her. So funny she hasn’t taken advantage yet. Joy
All is lovely. So glad you feed your pigs good food and none of that GMO stuff:
http://my.chicagotribune.com/#section/-1/article/p2p-76261665/
The world is changing, and folks like you are the leaders of the change. Our gratitude to you and all the animals!
Although I don’t have anything specific to say, I just want you to know that I really enjoyed your post. (Thought it deserved more than just hitting “like”.)
Thank you, it is always such a thrill to hear that.. c
What a treat to have a pause like this. All is well in the farm. Charlotte is heavy with piglets, that’s for sure. She looks as if she couldn’t move an inch.
I like pauses! Now if we can only have them in the middle of the work day!
I’m sure a pause is very welcome. Sheila looks adorable and comfy after adjusting her fence. Good girl, Tui!
Lovely Pause! I had a weekend of Pause, spent three nights watching the sun go down into the sea and early mornings watching it come up across a field, feel rejuvenated and these photos made my heart smile. Thank you Celi!
Also loving the Route 66 posts (I hear Bob Dylan’s voice of course) and am going to save them up so I can read them properly, always too much to take in one visit when I drop by after a break xx Joanna
Beautiful 🙂
Your words make me feel the pause. Sweet!
This is such a poetic pause… it reminded me of Thomas Hardy’s description of the farm on a hot summer’s day in Dorset in Tess of the Durbervilles… one of my favourite passages in all literature..