“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien,
I’m late blogging this morning because we were up early to feed out to our cows.
A big roundbale of hay, and some mixes of molasses, copra and minerals to help the mums stay strong as our cows out all of their nutrition into the milk that is feeding their calves.
My fingers are still numb. The tip of my nose is rosy with cold.
Our dogs are a damp waggy mass of smiles and boundless energy.
And all around us the ground is dusted with frost.
Now it’s time for a cup of tea and a hot shower before we head off into Byron Bay for my weekly acupuncture and tune up.
Sending massive hugs your way, Nicole ❤ xx
PS – Thanks for all your lovely messages yesterday. A cry or two, a big sleep and this morning I’m good as new.