No matter where you go. You take your foot.
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. 
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 celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
64 responses to “You take your foot”
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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Aunty Del looks splendid! and now -for heavens sake I hope you got that nasty bit out of your foot! Cheers!
Oh yes, it came out once i dug about with a needle but it did make me smile that all day i thought it was my shoes! c
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!
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.
I dunno, but that looks like a pregnant belly to me!
C…Ouch! Aunty Del pregnant?…Yuppers!…C…What are Jandals?
Love how you capture the beauty of cows in your photos. Especially their faces.
The opening picture is just fabulous…..hope you sort that foot out….not nice at all…
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!
xoxo,
K
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.
She is out on grass so free to feed in the summer and i agree – she really is a beautiful animal.. c
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.
You are very welcome Joan! I think I will write it on my barn wall too – that makes perfect sense – now where is my chalk? c
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 🙂
Aunty Del is a beautiful girl.
A foot poem! With an imbedded meaning. Wonderful! I’m sharing this (with a reference to your blog address}, OK?
A PAIN IN MY FOOT
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.