I rode and I didn’t just ride, I rode my boy,…. Mr. Attitude, Charm. Standing on a box looking at the saddle I really had to have a serious conversation with myself. I had to work to convince Charm to stand still and I had to convince my right leg that it really could get over chubby Charm’s butt….but he did …and I did. Charm must have known that it was his mum climbing aboard like a geriatric ( oops, maybe I am !!) and he wore his angels halo. No attitude, no head tossing and thankfully no fancy dancing, my boy took care of me and I was thankful…very thankful. It was nice to be back in the saddle, I am on the road back to normality and it feels GREAT. Thank you too Quatre for the really cute pink gloves…they are only missing the sequins..but I can fix that , smile.
Feeling better also means that my attention can turn to the garden which currently has the appearance of the Amazon jungle on a bad day. Somewhere in the jungle my blueberries are hiding, the weeds, lustily growing big and strong thanks to the liberal dose of nice healthy manure added to the garden soil in the fall are kindly shrouding the blueberries…which incidentally AREN’T growing big and strong. The only positive thing about a garden successfully growing weeds is that you have nice fat healthy chickens. When I go to war in the garden, the chickens follow every move, covet every weed pulled and wait anxiously for the spoils to be deposited in a big green pile in the centre of the pen. The chickens posted on watch on the fence line alert the chickens in the henhouse, birds come scuttling, loudly squawking and wings flapping out of the hen house. The roosters strut and oversee the weed feast as the hens decimate the anticipated treat.
Greg and the girls continue to work on the stall. It must be a female thing but we would like to know why a post being cut because it is ½” too long…turns into too short when only 1/8” is cut off ! We blame shrinkage … the saw’s fault….or sabotage….or all of the above and we are sticking with our story.
Macho the man has left the hospital stall. We are sure he is feeling better, he has started liberally applying his “after shave cologne” which has the effect of rendering everyone in his locality undesirable company. Macho aroma wafts for miles and when he was led out to share the pasture with tolerant old Rodney even the aged ram curled his lip. The smelly buck is still favouring a leg but he appears to be well on the road to recovery and a dose of sunshine’s vitamin D will, I’m sure help. After even limited contact with the amorous buck the goats avoid us and even the horses are reluctant to take a morsel of carrot. It is nice to see the twinkle of lust back in his eyes…but we could do better without the too liberal addition of rancid toiletries.
Time to go, I’ve had my second cup of tea ( necessity) the dog is by the door and the cuckoo clock has cuckood.
Take care, keep safe, M