A Morning of Good Work
The night before I filled the truck with bales of hay. When the wood was in place the bales were smartly stacked right alongside the cord wood. Hot Dang,It was a beautiful sight. Hay and firewood (grass and trees) are the two main arteries pumping the heart of this winter farmstead. I have never in my life appreciated botany so much.
With those big chores done I offered to buy Tom (and his majestic beard) brunch at the Burger Den. We enjoyed it the way only people who stacked cord wood and hay bales really can. Every bite of pancake was bliss. And those calories were appreciated (and put to work) soon as we returned back to the farm. The gentlemen had offered to help with some chores and I wasn't going to turn another pair of hands away. We repaired the horse's fence and rewired any parts of the electric element that needed more "zip." I cleaned up the barn and set up new nesting boxes for the hens, cleaned out all the rabbit cages, and gave the goat and pigs some new bedding. By three in the afternoon I was past ready for a nap, but incredibly satisfied at the progress.
It was a little frustrating spending so much time snapping and twisting wires while Merlin and Jasper watched us. The part of my brain that still wants to play hooky just wanted to saddle up and spend the day riding instead. But keeping animals, any animal, is mostly involved with the "keeping" and not the playing. We fixed fences and wires today, in a few weeks when snow is a memory I won't have to worry about them tearing it down to eat grass on the other side of the fence. With order restored, I am excited for that day not too far ahead when a patch of sun breaks into my office window at 10AM...
And when it does, I'm shutting down my computer, grabbing a bridle, and playing hooky.