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 gorgeous, I hope your foot makes a speedy recovery.
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.
Celi, just include your bale count here in your blog and we’ll keep track of it for you!
Aunty Del is such a beauty. Hope your foot is better soon….
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
yes there is not much of an udder, she is due July 10 so we should see some action there soon.
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.
Looks like we just may have another new baby at the farmy pretty soon!! ; o )
Phew, I was worried that you had plantar fasciitis! Jenny xxx
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.