Yesterday. The ribbons of green that had begun to wind themselves around the fields were covered in snow.
Yesterday. My old Carhart jacket that has served me well for years and lay across my back for this entire terrible winter, and just as we plummeted back into the 20’s, broke its zipper. Slopped its dripper. Spat the dummy.
Yesterday. I was digging out the North door so I could shut it in a snow storm FROM the North with a flapping jacket, and the fork broke. Digging out the North door with the Handle of a fork in a snow storm, from the North in Spring, resulted in me saying some rude words. Queenie raised her eyebrows and then her tail and made her own rude statement.
Yesterday Daisy’s mastitis returned worse than ever.
Yesterday I discovered the bodies of two dead and gutted elderly chooks. Killed by something nasty. This has never happened in my chook house before. I said nothing at all.
Yesterday, I only took one photograph.
Yesterday my horizon was crooked.
So, I am going to look forward to warmer weather. I am going to retire my ripped and worn out jacket without a zip. I am going to buy a new handle for my favourite fork. I am going to continue Daisy’s massage and milking three times a day, be grateful that she is not kicking and cycle through my stack of mastitis remedies, creating a protocol that will drop this chronic mastitis to an occasional rumble and at the same time I am going to finish the new Fort Knox chicken tractor and move the chickens into their summer premises and out into the fields early.
The crooked horizon is just going to have to wait ’til i have time.
But first: I am going to have a cup of coffee.
I hope you have a good, busy, lovely day
Love your friend on the farmy
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
77 responses to “Ribbons”
All the bad stuff in one day. There are days like that. I always feel I’m owed a few good days after one of those. Yesterday was a full eclipse of the moon: blood moon. Not an auspicious day. But tomorrow will be a brand new one, and your resolve is strong.
Oh bloody bloody hell. Bugger. And the rest. Morning coffee, to steel your resolve the tackle another day, but don’t forget the wine or whatever takes your fancy to smooth the edges, at the end of it.
A second ‘bugger’ from me! Am so glad our Fellowship is saying all the right words today! Oh, ‘bloody hell’ and the rest too 🙂 !! My second husband’s fave saying was ‘Babe, let’s cancel the day!’ – well, with you that unfortunately does not quite work!! Ridiculous, but I am sorry about the famed Cathart jacket – methinks the two of you were fond pals!!!!!! OK: onto tomorrow – and, Milady, do not use polite language with us, ’cause we DO understand!!!!!!
I raise my cup of coffee to you. You work so hard!
I do hope your day evened out and that things have righted themselves a bit.
Well shoot, or should I say shit? It seems a good day for cussing. Hope your day is better tomorrow, Celi. xo
I don’t know why, but I’ve always pictured you in a Carhartt jacket. Busted zippers on favorite warm things is a downer. So are dead chickens :*( We are going to be keeping hens soon – within a couple of months. The only enemy they have here – and it’s significant enough to have to pen them in – is the mongoose. A vicious weasel-like creature who loves eggs and baby chicks. Cheers, C. Better days ahead.
I hope your coffee was good to start your day off right. Sorry to hear about Daisy, hope you can help the poor girl. That Queenie! LOL Sometimes, there just aren’t words, but that will do! Hugs!