So that is why I am tired, physical work in the sun. The pounding of posts, the uphill carrying of water and hay, the usual bits. But believe it or not I didn't get hurt in all the posts and wire work. I am bleeding (well, was) because after the work was done I popped a chicken in the oven from last weekend's meat bird workshop and promptly forgot about it while saddling up Merlin. I wanted to just ride up the mountain, lose my head a bit, relax. Merlin wanted to run. When he gets into these moods you just hang on and he was pumping hard through a forest trail when I realized I was about to get taken out by a dead pine tree branch. I ducked just in time, my head down as low against Merlin's strong neck as it would go, but the soft fleshy parts of my arms got ripped up good. When he slowed to a trot and walk at an open field on top of the mountain I looked down at my scratched arms and knew it was worth it. He ran fast enough to make my hair fly back on a windless afternoon. I'll take scars any day for that.
And the extremely happy? I'm that because chores are done, my belly is full of kale and chicken, and I am about to head out to my hammock and welcome the fireflies back to the mountain. Saw my first one a few nights ago. It was like lighting a firework in my bloodstream. So glad they are back, you just can't know.
Sweat. Blood. Fireflies.