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
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40 responses to “Sometimes a Little”
Hey Celi .. There is always some lovely you are so right! And I wish you a lovely day too 🙂
Thank you miss c – today was indeed a good day for me. I walked along a windswept beach and it blew my cobwebs and worries away for a while. We love Sheila too 🙂
After a lovely quiet weekend, it is Monday… early, cool and dark but I have a coffee, warmth & time, and reading about the Farmy is lovely. Sheila entertains. The garden delights. We loved and lost The Professor, but we loved.
Sorry to read about The Professor. But you are right, there is some lovely in every day, if only we choose to find it. xx
Chgo John said it! Agree In bucketloads! A wee bit hard to find the ‘lovely’ when another soul crosses the river . . . Sorry about The Prof . . . The glass is still half-full or more . . . love . . .
love love.. c
ni-ni dearHeart!!
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Sorry about The Professor, he’s happy across the rainbow bridge. Maybe Sheila would allow a couple photos while you’re weeding.
Sheila is so funny! I chuckle at your conversations and the way you get right inside her mind.
Focusing in the lovely in everyday is, indeed, wise advice, especially when life presents challenges.
So sorry to hear about The Professor, he was such a gem. Despite this sad news, it’s so great to read this post and feel your optimism about every day. It’s always fantastic to read something like this and just be reminded that every day does have something good in it.
I should hope you know full well by now that *you* are the lovely in many of our days. 🙂
xo