The Northerly

In New Zealand a Northerly is a warm wind. Out here in America a Northerly is exactly the opposite.  COLD!  I won’t tell you how long it has taken me to get used to that.

And yesterday The Northerly wind blew rain right through thebarn  and into everyones faces.

I still opened all the barn doors so everyone could circulate about their fields but most of the cows chose to stay inside and make a mess of the new straw.  We all dived for cover actually. This is what happens when I lie in the straw anywhere close to Tane – he is a neck nuzzler.

Because of the rain I worked on Christmas – My family are so far away I have to get things in the mail early.

Then I  got chatting to my far away  people and then the light was gone before I knew it and no photographs to speak of but suffice to say: Another ordinary day on the farm.  (God how I love ordinary.) Wet and  windy with a large side of MUD!  And though it was a Northerly it was not TOO cold. But ordinary.

Interesting. I don’t have much to say this morning.  I miss my far away people awfully this morning.  It is this bloody Christmas season. And then last night John started playing bloody bollocksy christmas carols (the nerve of the man)  and I complained and he said: Why are you such a scrooge and I growled like a dog and he turned the volume down.

Today will be better! I am sure of it. I can almost hear the gears in my head winding down!

I miss you.

Have a lovely day

cecilia