Trapped by Dog!

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” 
Edith Sitwell

Winter arrived overnight at our farm. Brrrr! So cold this morning.

And this morning after my meditation I popped back into bed to warm up and a small dog jumped up on the bed and snuggled down right on top of my legs. He was warm so I left him there and went back to sleep. But when I woke up and was ready to get out of bed he refused to move. ‘Too cold, Mum,’ he protested, grizzling at me for disturbing him. Too cold even though he is dressed in his winter coat, and should be toasty warm. Poor Rufous isn’t much of a tough farm dog. He’s a cuddle sook!

I managed to ease my legs out from under him and he stayed put. He’d still be there now except for Ben yelling the magic word…

Breakfast!

In a flurry of fur young Rufous was at the back door, ready for the happiest part of the day – food.

So I’m late blogging today because of puppies, comfort and life.

Now for me a day of acupuncture and self-care, friends sitting around the fireplace writing with me over cups of tea, and cauldrons of soup on the stove. I’m still recovering from this wretched flu but I’m making progress back to being well thankfully. I’m sure puppy cuddles have helped immensely.

Wishing you a day of cosiness too! Much love, Nicole ❤ xoxo

Nurse Bert Reports…

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“Hoping to get a head start on the next day, I eat breakfast the night before. That way I can sleep in until two in the afternoon.”
~ Jarod Kintz

 

Hello, Peoples!

It’s cold here at the farm this morning. Brrrrrrrrr!

Too frosty for paws just yet. There’s ice in my water bowl, and every breath is a fogged cloud.

We might stay abed a little longer. It’s warm in here and oh-so-snug. Perfect for a sleep-in.

It was a big day yesterday; clearing windblown timber, chainsawing wood for the fire and stacking the wood shed, and feeding out mixes of copra and minerals and molasses to all of the cows and their babies.

Also, my brother Harry and I needed baths because molasses sticks to dogs like nobody’s business. And dirt and grass and general filth sticks to the molasses.

I’m still so tired, and it’s early. The sun isn’t even properly up.

There’ll be time enough later for romps through the paddocks, and games with the new calves.

Turn the light off. Keep the curtains drawn. Let’s close our eyes and go back to sleep!

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