On a farm, there's always things to be done, and especially on a farm that has been desolate for so long, like ours. So having time off does not mean sitting on our behinds and enjoying the view (we do some of that, too, of course). Saturday morning started with the sheep mummies being sheared, so they now walk around looking embarassingly naked and very humiliated. Although I think it felt wonderful for them, really, to get that thick coat of wool off in this heat. When they were done, Mr. Payne sent them up into the forest with the rest of the animals. So now, if you sit in our garden and look up towards the forest, you might catch a glimpse of a lovely cow or two, or some sheep, or a beautiful brown horse munching away up there. Quite a cool sight if you ask me.
After that we had a visit from two friends of mine from the olden days and their kiddos, we had pancakes and ice cream and strawberries and coffee and spent the afternoon indulging ourselves while catching up. Such a healthy way to spend a Saturday!
And then there were all those other important things: planting seeds and seedlings, tidying up here and there, dressing Daddy up as an old lady, catching a big adder in our orchard, collecting eggs, feeding and super-cuddling the orphan lambs, eating more ice cream and pancakes and strawberries, cutting the "lawn", cycling a hundred times back and forth on our little road while singing, and ending the day in the evening sun on the front porch.
I don't ask for anything more, just let this last a little longer.