This morning I woke up to Fuzzy, my wire-haired terrier jumping on me and trying to lick my face. I looked up and saw a blue sky. Well fk me if I wasn’t excited to see a blue sky. That inspired me to wash, coiffure and bouffe my hair, don a summery dress and some wedges and fly elegantly out the door.
Tomorrow we start shearing. A good time on the farm. Xhosa women wearing their oldest clothes for working with lanolin drenched wool, babies on the boob, snotty kids running around and shearers sweating beads over the sheep. I’ll post more about this later when I have some photo’s to share.
Thanks to a phone call from the auburn Alice, I realise I need to go back and see my lady. For some more snot flying crying sessions and coping techniques. Oh great………. something to look forward too.
Thanks to Charlie’s Bird for the book referrals. Will take you up on it. I sadly don’t have a Kindle but have requested one from my farmer for Christmas. So let’s hold thumbs.
About a quarter of the way through my Christmas shopping. Now I just need to decide on a theme for my wrapping and then buy the goods. Any suggestions?