This image is of Tima sleeping under her blanket, on her cushion, in the kitchen, in the morning. I wanted to write Pig in a Poke but I don’t know what a Poke is and fearing it was rude decided not to use it as a heading. She was cold, and crawled under the blanket, so I tucked her up and she slept happily in there for almost two hours while I made butter, started a kefir bread, started another yoghurt for the cheese, cooked custard to cool for the icecream and cleaned up the kitchen (why can a kitchen not stay clean?)
Mondays are like that. 
My neighbour dropped in while I was straining the cheese later in the afternoon, shortly after she left she txted and said “your littlist orange cat was on our trailer – it jumped off and ran. ” “Where are you,” I said. She was a mile down the road when they lost her. So Boo and I jumped in the car and went off in search of Marmalade. Boo dashed to and fro, sniffing and rushing here and there. Find your baby I called Find your baby. You will remember that he raised Marmalade so Find your Baby meant find Marmalade. His feet were high and his body raised, head up, as he searched the sections along the way. Heading closer to home each time. Eventually I put him in the car and we drove home for the milking and who should be sitting on the verandah?
Marmalade.
Then it was time to make dinner. The Master would be home soon. Don’t these days go fast!
Good morning. It rained a little yesterday. Very nice. But the poor old chook died yesterday evening, she gave it a good crack but never recovered, hopefully the last of the Bastard Mink’s victims.
I hope you find loveliness today.
Love your friend on the farmy
celi
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So glad Marmalade made it home safely!!
Perhaps Marmalade is a bit of a gypsy! You know how we all get a hankering to see what is out there in this big world? Cats are pretty good about finding their way back to home. What an adventurous day for Marmalade! Tima is such a sweet baby. I’m happy to see so many definitions of “Pig in a Poke” here. We’re always learning, eh? It is good the chook has laid down in peace now. Any time we lose one of our girls, I say a few kind words when burying the body, thanking my friend for providing so many nutritious eggs for our nutrition, and for being a pleasant neighbor. I often think of the days I work in my garden, just a short distance from the chickens and watch them perform their silly antics and social ways. I consider them helpers and friends here on our little ranch. It’s just right to give thanks for their place here and their gift to us. Have a lovely day, dear Celi.
Glad Boo’s Baby is home safe and sound.
Rainy days are good for many things and one of those things is spending time indoors creating good things to enjoy.
So glad Boo’s baby made it home safe and sound.
I have to say the picture of Tima makes me a bit envious. How nice it would be if I could cuddle up on a soft pillow and pull the covers over my head on a rainy day 🙂
Pig in a Poke! Great expression. Still used a lot around here … but such a beautiful pig in a warm little poke. “I hope you find loveliness today.” A beautiful thought. I will hold it close to me Celi.
Happy Earth Day! So sweet your little pig all wrapped up! Glad you found Marmalade. Enjoy the rain : )
Isn’t it just amazing that folks would actually buy something without first looking in the poke? What trust…who would do that today…uuuum….no one! Well unless maybe you were at the Fair or really wanted a silly suprise! You are going to have to find some bigger cushions soon Cinders, for that adorable Tima!
You have a lovely day too. Happy Earth Day!
xo~Chris
here in west virginia, poke was used often to describe bags of any sort,even up till the 60s.
in the 20’s to 40’s my grandpa used to raise pigs [and make moonshine] for a living,the easiest way to transport a baby pig was in burlap feed sack, with end tied shut.it could breath through the burlap, but not get out of the back of a wagon while in bag,or could tie bag to saddle on horse to get them home.
some less than honest farmers would put a less than perfect pig in bag, open top to let you see the pig, and tie it back up fast,and take your money,but you could not tell if it was crippled untill u got it home and let it out of the poke.
NOW it all becomes clear, thank you Ron. That really does make sense now. I transport cats like that too. Now, do you still have your grandpa’s recipe?.. c
Oh yea, Celi, something else for you to do. Moonshine for your consumption only, of course. Good for whatever ails you.
that was moms dad, my dad’s side of family were religous kooks
we were not allowed to discuss the moonshine thing.
unfortunately the recipee has been lost, along with the still, unless the cousins have it stashed up a holler somewhere
Miners kept their gold in a poke, too. A small leather bag that would hold gold dust or gold nuggets. And we all know that Tima is good as gold.
Aha! How did I get this old without knowing all this!.. c
Stunning pics Celi. Glad the kitty got home. Sorry to hear about the chook .. They don’t handle stress well. But then, who does ..
Silly little cat. 🙂
A pig is a poke refers to an offering or deal that is foolishly accepted without being examined first. A Poke in Northern Ireland usually refers to an ice cream cone.
Argh, it never ends! But I’d still prefer your kind of daily stress, with its long stretches of routine and comfort, to working for a company. I’m ‘almost outdoors’ but not quite enough for my sanity.
Once a dog on mine ran away. She came home with glowing eyes and a happy expression on her face. I knew right away that she had been up to flirting with the neighborhood hunks.Sure enough, we had a new litter of puppies shortly after!
A homing puss – brilliant! And pigs in blankets and in pokes, and don’t forget poke bonnets http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poke_Bonnet which is a whole other thing 😉