Walking on my Legs

After a full day of mowing and trimming and fencing – my legs took me up to the creek that is really a ditch to watch the sun go down. I call this walk checking the fences. Sometimes it is hard for me to just say I am walking because I love to walk in the light of the  sunset. I have to say Checking the Fences or Walking the Dogs or Watching the cows.   But my legs just love to walk. 

And really, just walking out into the dusk should not have to have a reason or an excuse. Just the quiet walking with my young crew is enough. 

The hay got rained on again yesterday morning, just a shower really but enough for me to growl and turn my head to the barn door. Then by way of an apology the wind came up full and dry and set to work to get the hay ready for baling and dry a weekends worth of washing in an afternoon.

I planted the cucumbers yesterday evening and today I will cover them with a row cover to keep the bugs out. However by banning the beetles I will have banned the pollinators too so every now and then someone will cut a male flower and make like a bee.  Pollinating.   This is the best way to keep the beetles off my crop until the plants are big and strong. Plus protect them from the drying winds. Cucumbers like to stay well watered, they do not like to dry out.

The zucchinis also get covers this year.  For a while.  Until they all grow out of them.

I need lots of food for all my hungry hard working crew. 

Aunty Del visited the milking shed today. She has decided it is time to begin getting used to the noises and business of the area. She stood the entire time that Lady was being milked and watched with her head over the half door, quite still and apparently deeply interested, at one point she even reached over and rang Daisy’s bell. Then once Lady had exited Stage Left, I opened the door and in came Aunty Del to see what was left in Lady’s bowl.  Her tallness was very evident standing in Lady Astor’s spot.  I brushed her and wiped her legs down with fly repellent and she stood perfectly still except for her tongue licking up the last of the molasses.  Then with a flick of her head she turned with uncanny grace for a cow with such long legs and exited stage left too, affecting  mild interest to see what was through Door Number Two.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Love celi