“So, whatcha been doin’?”
You meet up with a friend somewhere along life’s way. After
a greeting, they ask the fateful question.
They’re waiting, head slightly cocked, with an encouraging
look on their face, as you try to come up with something, anything that may
have happened to you since you last met.
Surely you’ve done something interesting… Maybe something
The silence gets awkward.
Just say one thing…anything…
After casting about in your mind for what seems like an
eternity, you smile ruefully and say the only thing that comes to mind. The one thing you can say with absolute certainty.
“ah, well, you know…not much…same old, same old…”
…and that my friends, is exactly what happened with this
I have been scrounging around the deepest recesses of my
brain for something, anything, of interest that happened around here this week.
…and it’s pretty much “the same old, same old…”
It’s the time of year when we’re up tidying up and restoring
order, thinking ahead to next season.
|snowy morning at the barn|
End-of-the-year data entry looms large. The
daily battle with the elements begins to include frozen precipitation, or the
preparation for it. So, our weather watches become even more frequent. The seed
catalogs start to pile up, awaiting our big planning session. But, there is not
much actual work going on. The productive days of the harvest season seem a
|out the office window|
(yes, I am SUPPOSED to be working)
The animals aren’t doing
much, either. Except registering their complaints constantly. The ewes are
hungry…or bored…so they eat. And, eat. They are getting more rotund with every
passing day as they await the arrival of the lambchop crop of 2018. And, I
think the hens’ feet are cold.
The only one who seems to enjoy the weather is Gus. He finds
the cold air invigorating and the breezes bring unfamiliar and interesting scents.
It’s cold and windy and there just isn’t much to report as
we approach the beginning of Winter.
|view across the way|
Last Saturday’s snow is a just a memory. Although traces of
it remain in the shadiest spots. Several snow squalls have blown through during
the week, but they didn’t amount to anything. There have been too many grey,
dismal days that make it hard to concentrate.
|dreary day on the farm|
(it looks like snow)
But, those dark days just serve to make us appreciate the
brilliant blue skies and the amazing sunsets. Not to mention the sunrises.
December skies are gorgeous!
|birds at sunrise|
|red at night...|
|sunset over the barn|
Don’t think I am complaining about the down-time. It’s nice
to have things move at a slower pace, to change up our routine and get things
in order. And, it’s fun to visit with the grand-boys. This week I got to stretch
my imagination with one, go on a shopping adventure with another and receive
countless smiles and snuggles from the youngest.
Now, if Gus had written this post, it would have been much
more interesting and action-packed. He would inform you that he worked
incredibly hard in the past week. He protected us from countless intruders.
(most of which will never be identified…or verified, for that matter)
was an especially trying day.
He spent the entire day patrolling and barking. And barking
some more. The humans told him to hush countless times.
But, the threat was real, people.
|Gus found this incredibly worrisome|
A tree-trimming crew spent the entire day cleaning up the
neighbor’s driveway in anticipation of winter weather. Chainsaws were whining
away as the wood-chipper whirred loudly. In our defense, we (the humans) couldn’t see
them until they came up over the hill in the early afternoon.
| By afternoon, he was tired|
He had to lie down by the truck and keep his barking vigil
With them gone, he could relax for a while…
But, then sometime after dark, two enormous boxes appeared
at the top of the drive. Their arrival was heralded with furious barking. And,
occasionally, their presence would catch him unaware and he would bark some
|that's a lot of egg cartons!|
In the morning, the Boss went to retrieve the gigantic boxes…which
proved to be the new supply of egg cartons. On top was a gift for Gus.
|I don't have the heart to tell her he doesn't like these cookies|
Ex delivery-woman is doing her best to make friends with Gus. (but, he’s having
none of it…cookies or no) When she stopped by the next evening, the
barking/cookie scenario played out once more, even though I was present to act as liaison.
After all that activity, Gus still had energy run races with Tess, the cat. At least I think they’re racing, he knows he is not supposed to chase
cats. Although, she seems to go along with his shenanigans, I am fairly certain she has some sort of complaint.
look at her face
(I think she's calling "foul")
His night-time patrols are especially active this time of year as the deer move
through looking for forage. Daytime naps are interrupted by marauding squirrels, those pesky crows and odd smells wafting through on the breeze.
It’s hard work being Gus.
|he did take the opportunity to make some "snow-angels"|
|or would that be "dog-angels" ...or "snow-dogs"?|
And, it’s a sad state of affairs when the dog had a more interesting week than
But, I’m afraid that’s it from here.
As I’ve said before, NO news really is GOOD news. It means
everything is running smoothly. Good stories generally include some sort of
disaster or mis-management. So, boring is better. (at least that’s what I’m
|I was not exaggerating about the sky...|
|...this was this morning at chore time...|
I hope you’re having a Happy
|today's glorious sunrise|
Thanks for stopping by. Come “visit” us again real soon.