“Coming home to friends with wagging tails and loving hearts makes everyday a good day!” ~ Anon
I’d love to be writing profound things.
But the truth is what I want to write is very ordinary.
We came home to the farm late yesterday.
We came home to our dogs.
They were SO EXCITED to see us.
They stuck to us like glue.
It made us feel so very loved. And it was great.
We cooked a roast dinner and opened a bottle of wine and sat with our friend and our dogs and listened to music, laughed and talked and enjoyed the simple pleasures of food, loved ones and good conversation.
“He that can have patience can have what he will.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
That’s Daisy Mae in the picture above. She’s the one staring cheekily at the camera from the right-hand side of the photo. She’s eyeballing me because she has been breaking into the house paddock and eating all my new vegetable seedlings and petunias.
But there’s another naughty cow in that photo. Do you see her? She’s standing behind Daisy Mae – look for the red cow with the pink ear tag. That’s Tilly.
Tilly has been sneaking into the house paddock too. But not by opening the gate. Tilly has slender legs and feet, and has found a way to walk through the cattle grid and into our yard.
After we locked Daisy Mae out we still kept finding mystifying evidence of cow break-ins but we couldn’t find the culprit. Until yesterday. As I looked up from washing the breakfast dishes there she was, staring back at me just a few feet on the other side of the window. Tilly got such a shock, and so did I. By the time I got outside she was in the process of delicately picking her way back over the grid to safety.
Twice more she got back in, waiting until she was sure we were in the house and then stealthily crossing into our garden.
After the third time we put rope across the driveway to keep her out.
And when we were making a late afternoon cup of tea there she was again. She’d wriggled underneath the rope on her belly!
Finally, late yesterday, Ben and I moved the cows down to the river paddock. It’s flush with feed and so there is no need for her to eat my garden anymore.
It’s hard to be cross with her though. What a strategic and determined girl she is as she goes after what she wants. Qualities I deeply admire.
“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, The Fellowship of the Ring
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.