We are still fencing. The Fencer and I. Missing Berit. Gracie has the weekend off so she went shopping with The Matriarch so they could work some more on improving her English. (Grace’s objective is to improve her spoken English in preparation for studying in Wisconsin soon.)
So Boo, The Fencer and I spent all day working Across the Way. Ton chose to stay home as he does not like loud noises (and someone has to watch the cows). Boo on the other hand watches ME. So we three worked like two men for the day and got heaps done. 
Sheila has said NO to riding on the pig. She looked back at me and barked. She seldom tells me off so I guess riding my big fat pig is not going to happen.
Sheila is very auntie-ish when I take her grazing. We walk out into the fields and (of course) I pull weeds out of the pasture as I go. She will often come over to where I am grazing/weeding and look sadly at me, her head down and her tiny eyes lifted to me flicking her ears up so she can catch my eye. Then she will take a mouthful of good clover or alfafa and munch right into my hands as I bend to pull weeds. No, No, miss c, she seems to gently admonish me. That is not tasty. That is not good. Eat this one, miss c, she will whimper. I can only describe the sound as a whimper. Kind of a gentle squeaky sound meant to encourage me to eat healthily. She tries so hard to graze but will not really settle until I stop pulling weeds. You cannnot eat that bad stuff she seems to say. And when I stop, she nods solemnly and settles to her breakfast.
I love Sheila.
I hope you have a lovely day. And I am not just saying that. I really hope you find some lovely in this day. It is there. Sometimes just a little. Sometimes a lot. That is about all I know about life for sure. There is always some Lovely.
Love your friend on the farmy.
miss c
The Kitchen's Garden 
40 responses to “Sometimes a Little”
Miss C, there’s always some lovely in my day. You will be delighted to hear Donna’s oak has sent up a new shoot…..spring must be almost here! Your oak on the other hand is dragging its heels not even sure if its survived the winter…..you’re in the same pot with Donna so hopefully she’ll take you in hand. Have a lovely day.
I am always pleased to hear about Donna’s oak. That is such a precious gift. c
My little bit of lovely everyday is my visit on your Farmy always 🙂 Laura
Lovely is in the small things I find. It’s when you stop and take a breath and notice something small and easy to miss. Hope you have a great day too and notice lots me lovely!!
Aw, that’s sweet. Sheila knows what it’s all about. Reminds me of our late Theo who would bring mice and encourage us to have some. By the way, how’s baby Professor? Hope things are ok now that Daisy is on the up curve. Have a wonderful day. 😀
Daisy is calm and quiet now, her udder is definitely improving. I think we might be past the worst.. Touch wood! Sadly The Professor just died. I am fairly sure now that it was not worms, possibly a cat flu. The cats and kittens get their regular feline distemper shots in the fall so I will check to see if we can get them a bit earlier in case this one brought in something contagious. c
Oh dear, so very sorry C. Big hugs.
Please have the other kitten checked for Feline leukemia. I had a bad feeling about the Professor, and I am so sorry he died. Poor little tyke.
Oh, I am so sorry for you. And I am sorry for Boo…
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Sorry to hear about The Professor. I suppose Sheila has to draw the line somewhere–and pig-riding is obviously not suitable for a pig of her stature. How sweet she looks out for you. She knows how hard you work to have good food, and she knows her vittles!
Lovely is my daily dose of news from the far my. It always makes me smile and I always feel better for the visit.Thank you Miss C and every single animalx
Thanks for sharing your wonderful friendship with Sheila!!! It made my day!
ROFL – I had a feeling that Sheila might say no. Shame though, the thought of riding a pig across Hampstead Heath makes me chuckle and Sheila’s still welcome to come on holiday here 🙂
Miss Sheila is a Sagacious Pig. She knows her victuals, and values her dignity. I do not think riding Sheila into town a la Godiva is suited to the dignity of either of you, even if you are both ladies of character and decision!
You are absolutely right there, also the first little village is a good 10 miles away so it was probably only going to be a stroll to the nearest tree!.. c
I’m so sorry about The Professor, C.
I know, that little one had other plans.. .. he went very quickly. c
I am so sorry too. I gasped at this awful news. So tiny. So cute. Read your conversation with Sheila all smiles, thinking how interacting with another species is –I don’t know quite how to say it–but takes you out of yourself even when you are communicating with the critter. Time suspends. Then stunned by the news.
I know, he went very fast, I suspect a feline flu so all the cats will get booster shots on monday just in case.. c
I’m not surprised you love Sheila – she’s a very lovable rogue, even though she won’t let you ride her. Glad you and Boo are strong as 1 man! I would have thought that you alone can accomplish more than any one man!
Had a lovely Sunday with my nephew and his wife – lunch in our favourite restaurant, looking out at the sea.
Love,
ViV
Don’t ever change, Celi. 🙂
The “visitation” is on for September. More news later when plans are more definite and the internet reliable.
That is excellent news!.. wonderful.. c
Lovely is what I think of when I read the goings on at the farmy every day. Even when there is sad news…..it is all part of life, yes? Sheila is such a character! Too bad we did not get a picture of you astride her for a few moments. Would have been a great calendar picture. I was saddened about the Professor, but can’t say I did not expect it. He looked like one sick little kitty. I am glad that his last days were filled with love and kindness.
Poor wee fella. And now everyone else will be checked out as well just in case it was contagious.. that would be bad.. c
I thought of you:
“I am in fact a Hobbit in all but size. I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome): I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.” –J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Cheers! My NZ friend!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Oh wonderful..I do not go out much either!!.. thank you darling girl.. c
Thank you for sharing Lovely with us. You are kind and gracious and we all need a bit more Lovely now and again.