Well it’s been a long and all together lovely
summer here which I am sad to see the end of. Eventful as ever, the highlights
have included the arrival of a curious but cute little bull calf named
Cuthbert ( who was the size of a spaniel but with the body of an ox!), Naughty Nellie eventually succumbing to the ram, Teddy the ram lamb finding
a lovely new home and a visit from Mozart the borrowed Bull.
Yes that mole hill does come up to his knees! |
The weather has been great and the rain has always
arrived just when I have needed it. The lambs and calves have all grown well on
the grass and so I really shouldn’t complain...but of course I will.
I’m not complaining about the summer though, I’m
complaining about the fact that it’s finally over.
Mozart spent his bulling holiday snoozing and bellowing to have his hair brushed |
I usually look forward to the autumn, the
cooler nights and misty mornings, mellow fruits, glorious sunsets and golden
leaves. After the long, hot, busy summer
days I tend to enjoy the cool rains, cosy fires and the welcoming glow of lamp
light in the window as I finish my chores and head indoors for an evening of
reading and relaxing.
Teddy finds a new home and a flock of his own |
But somehow the autumnal promise of life at a
slower pace just doesn’t have the same appeal this year and I find myself
lamenting the end of the summer. I’m not
sure why I’m so sad to see it go this year as along with the halcyon days it
has also been a summer of red mite in one of the chicken coops, fly strike in
the lambs, a mole invasion in the cow field and periods of parched grass and
wilting flowers in the garden.
Perhaps my sense of not wanting to let it go
arises because it’s also been a real summer to remember, a summer of firsts. Our first cows, my first book, registering my
first lambs and my first art exhibition and sale to name but a few. It’s has been
tough at times too but the extremes only serve to heighten the senses and the
memories seem all the more vivid because of it.
But go it must as autumn advances and brings with
it the opportunity to reflect and plan for the new year ahead. So I will just
have to console myself with the warm crackle of the fire, the soft glow of the
standard lamp and the purr of the cat on my lap as I raise a glass of the old
peapod Burgundy to the summer of 2013. Cheers!
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