The crooked-ness

My posts are crooked, the barn is leaning, the feeders are sinking and the BooBoo limps. The hay bales list, the fields are poggy and not one fence follows a straight line.  

The posts are on a lean, the gates drag and the chickens perch on ramshackle lengths of pole. All this I can take but if the horizon were crooked then I would lose my mind.

Straight is good.

The flat straight becalmed-at-sea-like horizon of the prairie is a perfect frame, reluctantly show casing my crooked contributions.  The chaotic landscape hangs on flat-screens, a work in progress.  An incomplete orbit.

Have you ever thought that you can move your head every which way, even stand on your head if you like (and if you can I would be VERY impressed) but the horizon of the prairie always stays in a perfect line watching our antics with dry straight lipped amusement. The Earth better not shake her head in amusement – we will all fall off.

I think that Sheila has found her forever friend in Tia the little heifer. But I am telling you right now that THAT PIG is NOT coming into the milking shed.  Not in a million years!

Scroll down to the instagram feed and you will see Sheila being amusing.

Today the high will be 46f/7c – a perfectly acceptable winters day –  maybe some snow tonight to liven things up. The weather promises us deep cloud for at least the next six days with gradually lowering temperatures.    Good for the skin right?

I hope you have a lovely day.

love celi