It has to be said, whilst my artistic appetite has been revived....life at the ranch continues, my daily duties are unabated, old T Bone still poos a storm and Mr. Starbuck the black Appaloosa with no spots manages to convert his clean newly swept stall into something resembling a bomb site on a daily basis. During my literary absence, we have gone through the whole gambit of weather conditions and survived with nothing more than a dent to my farm fashion ego ( if I had one !). Snow rain wind and ice make for an arduous day down at the barn without the required number of Winter layers..... trust me....I had those layers, LOTS of layers, I very closely resembled a Telly Tubby or Michelin man...but worse, much much worse ! A decision to get to the bathroom had to be made ten minutes prior to it becoming an urgent issue. Clothes were chosen that didn't have zips or buttons, jeans from my "fat" wardrobe allowed four layers between them and skin and another four layers on top. My recent Goodwill bargains were gleefully pulled out of the closet.....and sweater after sweater ensured that this happy rancher wasn't going to freeze.
I'm sorry, the cuckoo clock has been ticking away and it is time for me to post this entry before we head out into yet another storm system. I will try hard not to spoil morning coffee or give loved ones concerns for our health. I will Endeavour to combine my artistic talent ( ?) with my literary obligations.
Take care, keep safe, M