I know. I know, I say that all the time. But it is true. Who does not want to do a Jig when you are finally delivered back Home. Home again, Home again. Jiggedy – Jig! Home. Our favourite destination. Though, like all Immigrants and I am one, as are many of the Fellowship, we are never really home, we have many homes. But we choose this one.
When I finally reached this Home last night I raced in the door, pushed off all my silver bracelets, then returned the diamond rings (I love diamonds, I don’t care what anyone says. I love sparkly things – luckily so did my grandmother, great grandmother and my mother) to their wooden box. Shrugged out of my wool travelling coat and soft, soft leather city boots then into my work jacket and My gumboots. I gathered my dogs, who leapt about my feet nipping each other for my attention, and Torch in hand – out I went to walk the farmy.
All was well.
Everyone was asleep except Daisy who lowered her large bovine head from a great height for a dignified scratch and Sheila, who did not get up, but made her pleasure at my return known with her little grunts and sighs and squeaks and requests for me to lower myself down to scratch behind her ears. If I would be so kind.
The leaves have fallen. I took my eyes off the trees for only a few days and off they blew. Very carefully, with considered apologetic gentleness, they unlatched from their summer twig and drifted, puffed by a cooling breeze, like dying butterflies, to the earth.
Not so Sheila. Sheila was all huff and puff yesterday morning but no drifting. She was all Life and Lectures. All morning she followed me about, grunting her deep reservations about time off and holidays and vacations and so forth. She sat behind me as I worked, nudging my thighs with her judgmental snout. Snorting and pointing. Back where you belong miss c. No more of that gadding about, miss c. Work to do, miss c, etc, etc, etcetera. (Roll the “r”)
Temperatures are dropping. We all need extra straw.
The summer things need folding and putting away.
Daisy and Queenie need more feed. Their night pen is a mess.. . I know Sheila.
Though Hairy and Mama are fine where they are at the moment, we have to think of a door for them for the winter. Everyone needs a door to the barn.
They are not having mine, says Sheila. I am keeping the sun room. 
Those sheep can just bite my bottom. I am not sharing.
Certainly not with HIM.
Well, I can see your point Sheila honey. Boo is not a terribly graceful dog. But he is awfully nice to his wee Marmalade Cat.
I know, I know, too. Says Sheila.
mmm. Marmite.
Autumnal medley.
Sheila got extra straw for her bed last night. She is a good piggie.
Home again. Home again. Jiggedy Jig.
With my good fat pig.
I hope you all have a lovely day. Lots for me to do today. Playing catch up.
Love from your friend on the farmy,
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
75 responses to “Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig.”
Awwwww, welcome home. You are a wild mix indeed. Pigs. Diamonds. Dogs. Soft leather boots. Gadding about. Coming home. Life is indeed rich. Your friends took good care of us while you were gone. Love is all around you. I can’t help but smile. Happy working day, Celi.
It has dawned clear and cold this morning, it will be a good day just as soon as the sun warms us up a little.. morning charlotte.. c
I love it when I’m Germany and actually see your post pop up before my eyes.
It is lovely to see family and be “out in the world”, and for me at the moment to eat brötchen and view the old world and be with my love. But I will also look forward to landing in Seattle, driving to Anacortes, hopping on the ferry, and lastly a short drive to our home.
Makes for real appreciation all ’round. xx wendy
ps – I’ve squeaked out about 6K words. Just enjoying without pressure.
once you get the hang of writing without worrying about errors and letting your mid run free it feels really great doesn’t it? If i am going to join i had better start today.. Play catch up again!! c
Fabulous to have you back on the farmie but what a wonderful trip you had! So glad you had some time away and shared your friends with us here while you were gone! Loved meeting all of them.
Morning Beth Ann, it is excellent to be home again.. c
Travel is wonderful, but nothing compares to sleeping in your own bed, surrounded by the Familiar…
yes and the fire, I missed my fire.. c
welcome home!!
so sweet to “see” your joy at being back on the farm with all your animal friends!
and i must say, it’s good to see the farm photos again.
Everyone is where they should be, so that is good.. c
Welcome back, Celi.
Thank you! Hope your wrist is almost better? c
Hi Celi! Happy to have you back! And happy to see the gang on the farmy! Everyone there looks so ‘fat and sassy’ and happy! I know you must also feel wonderful being back! Welcome home! xo
Thanks Di and thanks again for being one of the team of unbloggers who stole the show.. most excellent, i hope it was not too cold milking this morning.. ot have you dried them up? c
As lovely as it is to get away, there is nothing like getting home and sleeping in your own bed and reconnecting with your animals. Only difference is all mine sleep on my bed!
Lovely to see Marmalade doing so well. Precious little kitten that.
🙂 Mandy xo
Marmalade roars up the basement steps now, and sleeps under the woodstove in the lounge all day after playing with everything, he is doing extremely well.. morning mandy.. c
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Sheila wants you to take her on holiday next time – I’m sure there’s a film there 😉
The aisles between the seats are getting thinner.. have you noticed that? She might have to go on a diet before she travels! I can see it though.. c
…and she’ll want to fit into her bikini 😉
I’m so pleased the aisles are getting thinner – there I was thinking maybe I was getter fatter 🙂 🙂 what a relief! Good to see all the happy animals, ear scratch for Hairy when next you go past him. Laura
You have such an eye for beauty, Celi. Loving your Farmy pictures today. My favorites are the last one of Boo and Marmalade, and the one of the water hydrant. May I ask? What is the wood under the Marmite jar? I love its live edge. It is gorgeous! (guessing black walnut)
It is walnut, my cabinet maker and i had been looking and looking for timber to build the big shelves with .. then lo an behold he finds a man who is paid to take down trees for people who do not know any better. His brother then mills them and his daughter stacks them to dry and sells the planks. At a dollar a foot! It is a few hours from here but he brought back this walnut and some blue elm and is going back for more. They even have orange wood. They have all kinds of wood. This piece he polished for me for the table.. I will back it with felt so it does not scratch.. wonderful isn’t it!.. c
There is nowhere like home, how true that is!
Nice to have you back Celi, – your Un-blogger friends took good care of us whilst you were gone , giving us a wonderful insight into their part of the world.. hope we hear more from them.
You have been missed by the farmy and the Fellowship . . . welcome home!
Lovely to be gone. Lovely to be home. What a lovely world. What a lovely life!
Welcome home. My husband often used that jigged jig phrase, too, although not as much anymore since the kids are gone. Seems the farm crew missed you.
To market to market to buy a fat pig, home again, home again, jiggity jig! I have an amazing memory for nursery rhymes! My mom used to say them to us when we were little! Thanks for the memory! 🙂 I sure do miss her…sigh…
I understand about everyone needing their own door to the barn, I wish it was easier to accomplish! Love your photos, good to see everyone so well.
What a lovely happy post – I’m so glad you’re back safe and sound, and I am sure all the animals are too.. We have new near neighbours: Crowing Crone Joss has moved into a gîte for the winter, only about 5 kilometres away.
Enjoy being home but don’t work too hard!
love,
ViVx
How exciting both for you and Joss that she can move in so close by. I hope you have a sparkling french winter in store for her.. c
aaww my Sheila – sweet oinker! Great pictures my friend! XOXO – Bacon
I love Sheila.. c
piggy blushes – so do I my friend. XOXO – Bacon