… like you are living the same thing each year? Over and over again. The same progression. I almost called this post Blowing Snow. I must have called twenty posts Blowing Snow in the last four or so years that we have been writing and reading this blog together. Snow falls then it blows. Often. 
Yet every time the snow blows it is different. The light is different, the temperature, the animals, the views. Every time the snow blows across the roads, hiding the sky, dancing down through the cracks in the barn to alight on the heads and backs of everyone – I even brushed snow off Geraldine the peahen this morning- it is new. Every time I am entranced. Every time I find it worthy of comment. The snow, the wind, the bird.
And Alex’s udder. She should not have long teats swishing about under there and getting longer and how often have we watched an heifers udder swell, or a pigs udder swell, do you remember Mama the sheep, Marmalade, Daisy: years we have done this – worrying about me going away, worrying about everything being alright worrying about the due date, the weather, the milk. Ticking our readiness off on our fingers, consulting the diary again and again. Every time is different but the same. 
Everything is new every day. I HATE it when I hear people say “Been there Done that”. In that bored voice. I want to growl at them. Or bite their arms. It is so cruel. Because it smacks down anothers enthusiasm for life. Because we all experience every day differently. Even if it is the same day over and over. No-one has been where you are now or done what you do. No-one.
In fact this is the very premise that this blog is dedicated to. The same farm, the same girl, the camera and one day. Every day. Even when nothing much happens at all – which is often – you and I comment on the ordinary and we always find something new. We are endlessly entertained. 
Good morning. Yesterday we had blowing snow. Just a little snow fell in the night then it blew so hard and so high I could not see the sun. The blowing wind was cold but once it had died I shooed everyone out into the sun. And that felt better! I carried buckets and buckets of water to the truck and drove it across the Way to the West barn for the cows and pigs and chickens there, twice. Then carried buckets and buckets of water to the cows and pigs and birds here, twice. But that’s OK it is only while we are below freezing and next month when I scale a cliff in Australia with my daughter I will have good muscles! The wrong muscles for climbing but muscles never the less!
I hope you have a lovely day,
Love celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
62 responses to “Do you ever feel …”
I do well with routine, it outlines my day and keeps me from frittering to and fro willy nilly. When something interesting or fun comes up and I sort of toss my routine to the wind it makes me feel reckless and alive. What baffles me is how, after doing the same chores the same way day after day after day you can suddenly one day forget to do one particular thing? How can you just blithely skip over one thing that you would normally be able to do in your sleep? (Can you tell I totally forgot to close one of the coop doors and few nights ago?)
PS I think the word ‘transparency’ should be stricken from the language!
There is something new everyday 😃
You’re right, every day is a lovely day. No matter what is the same, what is different, I’m glad to be here to see it.