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.”
The colours around the farm during Autumn are very pretty. I love seeing all your animals. They all look like they get along very well and live very happy lives. My fingers are worn down to my elbows from all the scratching behind the ears I have to do around here and I only have two animals! xx
Welcome home, and may you too have lots of extra straw to keep you warm.
oh it’s grand to be back home, each time, isn’t it? of course, now that I’ve settled into a week house for the winter months, and am neighbour to Viv, I am thinking you must be due a visit to Normandy soon!!
Nice to feel you have been missed!
I’m sure you can allow yourself to take a breath or two before you settle back into all systems go!
Breath! Done! Jumping back in.. c
Hey – that’s not enough break!
I think maybe this the very first time you have been able to photograph TonTon with his eyes closed. There must be an explanation and I think it is because he is soooooo happy, sooooo relieved you are back and he is sooooooo exhausted from worry that you were permanently gone.
Awesome! You must be right.. morning equus.. c
Well!! That feels much better now that first walk around the farmy is over and all really does seem well with the world!! Even if it was raining for some of the photos . . . So glad Sheila does not seem to remember the ‘bad days’ and even more so to see Nanny Boo and Marmalade still carrying on with their mutual admiration society . . .Jiggedy jig indeed for all of us methinks 🙂 !
Welcome home, Celi! Love all the pics today! Sheila is such an exceptional pig….so calm, sweet…..and her eyes sparkle with glee…LOL! Must say Kitty Marmy is growing fast…so cute! Nanny Boo has done a great job with his charge! I really enjoyed your “fill-in” bloggers :)…..so lovely to learn about others who are part of the Fellowship!!
Welcome back. I always liked getting away but so good to be back home. Boo’s kitty looks really good. Keep up the good work!
Well, you know what Dorothy said…
My Grandmothers name was Dorothy.. ’nuff said.. morning michelle.. c
loved the guest bloggers, lovely to have you home safe and sound !!
Marmalade kitten little is growing and thriving !!
Nanster
Lovely to have you home Celi… though your stand-ins were wonderful… but I need a regular fix on Sheila and Boo and marmalade kitten…just love the autumn leaves blowing about,
Isn’t it heaven to be back in your own bed and your own kitchen when you’ve been away, no matter how good the trip !
I can almost feel the collective sigh of all being present and accounted for at the Farmy. And you returned with a jar of Marmite to get you through the winter. As an Aussie, Vegemite is my thing but I know how a cup of tea and the ‘mite spread of preference on buttered toast is essential for in front of the fire and cooler weather.
What a little puddin’ Marmalade Cat has become 🙂
Such nice pictures you have here! Sheila was happy that you’ve come back and the gang is back together again. Marmalade is a very beautiful cat.
It’s good to see the farmy residents again. 🙂
mmmmmm Marmite