Someone has a milk mustache. I once nursed a very old lady called Maisy. I was very young – in my teens – dressed all in white, working in an old folks home. She was very old, round with sparse white comb over… Continue Reading “Pouring Up”
Now that it is colder I need the white truck to transport me and the dogs and the pigs food and waters across to the West Barn. Of course I am usually carrying 6 x 5 gallon buckets of water. But yesterday was warmer and… Continue Reading “The White Truck”
(Is that a bad word? But it is the word I need). Slowly I settled back into the farm yesterday. I took a mental health day and decided not to talk to any humans. It was lovely. The sun was out and so was… Continue Reading “Cojones”