You take your foot

No matter where you go. You take your foot.aunty del

Yesterday I kept feeling a wee prickle in the sole of my foot. It was almost a subconscious annoyance. For a while I moved my foot  about in the shoe, taking it in and out as I worked and then without thinking about it too much, because it was a busy day, I took my usual gumboots off and changed back to my old boots, I worked a few hours more but still right on the edge of my tactile instant memory there was this little stab, like a prickle in the lining of the shoe. My brain did not name it I just felt restless and kept changing my shoes.   I changed to an old pair of converse: which are uncomfortable at the best of times, then on to my pink jandals, then into my old favourite work sandals, by the end of the day I began to really FEEL the pain in the sole of my foot. Such a little pain. Like a stone in my shoe. But so insistent. DSC_0188

Then I was barefoot in this good hay drying weather and at last realised that the sharp pain in my foot was IN my foot it was a tiny piece of steel that had embedded itself into the sole of my foot. I had been carrying my problem around with me all this time.


It was not my shoes problem at all. It was me. My foot. I was the problem. No matter where I went I took myself.


Everywhere I went I took my foot.

Which is good.  If it is my foot I can fix it.

Aunty Del. Pregnant?  We are looking at Her right. Grass on her left, Baby on her right.   I am now 57 percent sure that the answer is yes.

This afternoon we will bale the hay then the girls and I will load it into the barns. Half in each barn.  This year remind me to keep an accurate count of the bales then write it down. I am terrible with numbers.

I hope you have a lovely day, and remember the best problems are the ones you can own.  Wherever you go you take your foot.

Love celiaunty del


64 Comments on “You take your foot

  1. Every step you take is digging the enemy further in, as my father would say: You need a poultice to relieve soreness and inflammation, but I am sure you know that already.

    Aunty Del. Pregnant? She looks show perfect to me and I hope she is indeed a lady in waiting.

  2. ouch! Made me smile though as my stepdaughter’s boyfriend did the opposite to you. He assumed it was his foot from the start, and had my stepdaughter looking over his foot again and again for what he presumed was a thorn. She even had tweezers out. It wasn’t until he tried walking without his flipflop that he realised the problem was in his flipflop not his foot!! Do hope your bit of metal came out easily.

    By the way Aunty Del is stunning, just love that final photo of her

  3. Aunty Del is a beautiful girl, with a real sheen of health on her coat, an elegant profile, and an unfortunate lack of hankies…. I’m no expert, but looking at her right side, there’s that line from hip bone to belly which suggests the presence of Little Del, a sort of angularity. And if you don’t get that metal splinter out with tweezers or a bread poultice, try magnesium sulfate paste. It’ll draw *anything*.

  4. I am about to make a Cape Malay chicken curry for dinner. Think you would enjoy it.

  5. Aunty Del definitely has a bump on the right hand side.
    I hope your foot is feeling better – I’ve got a cured pig foot from a Spanish jamón going into the stock pot later with some split peas 😉

  6. I love the new left versus right side trick you taught us, and yes…after my own deliberation…I agree, that right side is a bit larger – a bit more prominent. Baby on the way!

  7. I hope your foot is better. Aunty Del is a beautiful colour.

  8. Jandals!! Does your American crowd even know what you’re on about? or are they excusing your New Zealand “typo”

    • The Americans may not, but the Aussies among us recognise the word. Someone ask Celi what a chilly-bin is….

        • really need a cow sticking its tongue up its nose emoticon

        • They call them thongs. Which came as a bit of a shock to a former Brit who always thought a thong was something you wore on your backside. I was introduced to the name on my first ever visit to Australia, visiting an exhibition of Aboriginal art in Cairns. The gallery had a polished wooden floor, and there was a sign that read “Please leave your thongs at the door”…. Whattha? A bit of a large ask, I thought, but then the pile of flipflops/jandals below the sign slowly registered…

      • We called them thongs long before you guys decided they’d be ‘nearly underwear’. I remember a visit to daughter and grandies in Ohio, when the girls were still little, the twins maybe 4 or 5, and took them to buy thongs for our upcoming trip to the beach. Daughter was very stern and said I was not to call them that, after noticing a few odd looks as I said to the littlies, let’s go find you some thongs. Of course immediately the little ones caught on, and danced through the store singing loudly that nana was getting them thongs. 🙂

    • Beautiful photos of Auntie Del. Lets just keep positive thoughts for her. Your foot reminds me of the saying, wherever you go, there you are. You take yourself with you as the common denominator. 🙂 Viv cracked me up. You’ll go rusty. 🙂

  9. You are the most wondetfully weirdest person i have ever known…without taking your foot wherever you go you would topple over…it can be very annoying ti have things like that in your foot. Sometimes with me it is a dog hair which somehow sneaks into my skin…very difficult to see but heaven once it is removed. Good day Miss C. Love you loads

  10. Aunty Del is just beautiful! She looks so healthy and strong. I have a bone spur in one foot, and every step I take, every single day, I’m well aware of taking my foot with me. I’d love to leave it behind sometime!

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  12. Aunty Del looks splendid! and now -for heavens sake I hope you got that nasty bit out of your foot! Cheers!

  13. How many things like the # of bales do you track?
    You saying that made me realize that there are SO many variables you need to know. And of course you will try different things to see if something works better and the only way I could keep track would be a spreadsheet. I’ve got NO memory for those kinds of things.
    I’m sort of surprised and yet feeling stupid that I didn’t realize that earlier.

    • I have a very complete diary and a farm book – Though a spreadsheet sounds like a good idea – if I knew how to run one that is! cv

    • This little tyke –it is driving me nuts that I don’t know what kind of creature she/he is. I know I asked before but I can’t remember what day I asked and whether you responded. Whoever it is it is soooo cute!

  14. Another few weeks and there will be no doubt. You can see a shape outlined there. Aunty Del is a fine, healthy looking cow. I love her un-embarrassed stare as she does her grooming. Feet are so important, I hope yours clears up fast.

  15. Even more than the size difference, I see a little shift in her L-R axis, presumably because she shifts her feet a tad to accommodate the increasing weight differential. The particular angle of the shadow on the occasion just makes it more noticeable. Of course, I’ve never looked to see if she always puts her weight more on one hip than another! Either way, she remains a gorgeous young supermodel, and clearly the way she sets *her* feet is as important as how you do *yours* for health, comfort, and practical purposes. Glad you got the thorn out of your paw, darling!

  16. Auntie Del is so beautiful even if she is not pregnant her beauty is worth everything. (Of course I can say this because I’m not feeding her!) still she is absolutely breath-taking.

  17. So glad you found the source of the pain. And you were able to remedy it quickly.
    You know, I used to have to keep count of bales for the season, too. Sometimes my father would write it on the barn wall as soon as the last load was in….just so he wouldn’t forget. When I had my own hay crops a notebook by the back door helped…until I neglected to use it. Perhaps putting one of those wonderful helpers in charge of such things might work.
    Well, anyway, here’s to a wonderful yield of good rich hay for your farm critters. Reading about all this brings scores of memories. The sweet aromas, the sound of the dry hay, the satisfaction of a wagon load in the hay mow before the rains.
    And such joy and gratitude as winter set in, knowing that the animals were going to be well cared for. One of my favorite places, as a child and as an adult when I was raising horses, was going up into the hay mow to push down the bales. The cats, of course, loved to come up and see what I was doing. The dogs would have joined us if they had learned how to
    accomplish the ladder.
    Thanks for all the sharing, Celi.

  18. hmmmm, the angle of the bulge on her right side would certainly look like a pregnancy to a totally untrained and unknowledgable eye — hahaha, for whatever that’s worth! But it’s true, she does seem slightly lop-sided. Her udder, however, doesn’t appear to be getting ready yet.
    And your foot… boy, do take care of that nasty. Doesn’t sound like fun now and will most certainly be much worse down the line if not cleared out.
    Hope you’re having a lovely day! ~ Mame 🙂

  19. A foot poem! With an imbedded meaning. Wonderful! I’m sharing this (with a reference to your blog address}, OK?


    Yesterday I kept feeling a prickle in my sole.
    I moved my foot about in the shoe

    Then taking it in and out as I worked. It was a busy day,
    so I took my gumboots off and changed back to old boots,

    but still right on the edge of my tactile instant memory
    there was this little stab,

    So I kept changing shoes. First an old pair of converse,
    then on to my pink sandals, then work sandals.

    Such a little pain. Like a stone in my shoe. But so insistent.
    Then I was barefoot in this good hay-drying weather,

    Until at last I realised that the pain in my foot
    was in my foot.

    It was a tiny piece of steel that had embedded itself.
    It was not my shoes at all. It was me.

    My foot. No matter where I went I took myself,
    took my foot. Which is good. I can fix it.

  20. Stunning photo shoot of Aunty Del. And wise words… sometimes what’s the matter with us is us… so often we’re exposed to persuasion otherwise that all manner of things are external and we just need to find the right panacea from the mix on offer, for the right price of course. But we can do so much for ourselves. Which in itself makes it better.

  21. Celi, just include your bale count here in your blog and we’ll keep track of it for you!

  22. Aunty Del is such a beauty. Hope your foot is better soon….

  23. Maybe you need a blackboard and chalk in each barn? This is so exciting watching Aunty Del grow up from little doe eyed calf to almost being a Mama herself 🙂 I think she is p and not g, but her udder looks small, not sure if it is because I still have Lady A’s in mind. Laura

  24. If you have a stethoscope you could listen for a second heatbeat. It certainly looks like Aunty Del’s right side is a bit bigger. She has such a soft eye, no meanness. Lovely girl.

  25. Looks like we just may have another new baby at the farmy pretty soon!! ; o )

  26. I’m glad you finally figured out what the trouble was with your foot! Took a look back in time at “The Cast.” I’d forgotten sweet Marcel! Back when Boo played Nanny – a lot. Wonderful memories.

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