The rain has brought forth mud and growth. The good, the bad and the ugly. “Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; …” Shakespeare
lots and lots of mud
That about sums it up.
When we don’t see the sun for weeks and it is cold and wet and the winter looks like lasting forEVER and we have moaned our arses off about it in every available social media, we might realise we are actually craving Vitamin C as well… Continue Reading “Moaning breeds Content”
I have no idea why I wrote Wash your Hair in the title line. But I have this rule that whatever I write in the title cannot be changed. Some kind of weird superstition. It is a spin from a thought and whether it… Continue Reading “Wash your Hair”
Though every description of the word languid that I read does not say what I think Languid means. This cat is languid but is by no means LISTLESS. List Less. Less List – now what does that mean. To list less. Like a ship?… Continue Reading “The Essence of Languid”
Once again the cows have been brought back up to the yards though the concrete yards are not much drier at least the cows cannot pog holes in them with their cloven hooves. We had two inches of rain in an hour at milking time… Continue Reading “Up to the Yards”
So, first the cows were able to knock their water over and it flowed into their tiny wallow. Then I refilled their water and forgot I was filling it and THAT overflowed. And next thing you know all the cows are stomping up and… Continue Reading “Cows in Mud”