Today is Gregs birthday, we don't make a big deal about birthdays, we don't go out for a meal ( we have the BEST steaks here on the ranch !) We don't go out to a club....we have the best company here at home ) We don't "take it easy"... (there are too many reasons in too many pens / stalls for that ). The only time a birthday has been an issue was my 50th birthday, I was sitting on the floor in the lounge, surrounded by packing cases and my mums crystal. I guess that was the only time I was homesick, I cried like a baby...and I didn't know why.Looking back, we were only just here, I think I felt a long way from my" English family" and mum and dad were no longer with us . So, in comparison, today has been a "normal" day, Greg crawled out of bed and made my cup of tea( always a good start to a day ).....bless. The dog went out for a pee and we went down to the barn as usual, livestock are no respectors of holidays. This afternoon we made an assault on the house garden,( for someone who HATES gardening, I have TWO to deal with !!!) up came the big guns (BIG clippers) and the tractor. On went the armour, leather gloves , 10 layers of clothes and a woolly hat that covered everything but my eyes....roses don't like me any more than I like gardening !!The roses ( and everything else )were out of control, everytime we left the house we were attacked by a wayward rose bush, slipped on piles of wet leaves or swatted in the face by overgrown trees and it was time to make a stand !! Gardening is certainly not my favourite pass time, infact, I would probably prefer to be hung drawn and quartered ( Favoured English medaieval pastime) to spending an afternoon gardening but the garden was turning into an out of control jungle and I was having a major guilt complex, something had to be done...couldn't we just set fire to it all ? Tonight, I am scarred by rose bushes fighting back, rose thorn scars and scratches, my knees are scraped and my ankle is twisted but the garden looks almost cared for, not quite the wilderness, so our day was not entirely wasted. I HATE gardening !!! I'd almost prefer to do ANYTHING else but the weeds keep coming and someone has to keep it under control. Maybe we get the sheep and goats in, they'd clean it all up in no time....now thats a thought ! I'm tired, gardening wears me out, I think I need a drink, medicinal you understand. Tomorrow is my physical, I look like Greg beat me up or I had 10 rounds with Molly Moo. Good night, God bless,Take care, M
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