The pet lambs want to go to school, or so it seemed this morning when they climbed up the steps of the school bus and tried to get on along with our eldest daughter. She was highly entertained as she battled to push them back off the bus while the driver quickly closed the doors behind her. The happy farmer has now confined them to barracks, placing them in a bit of hedge that has deer fencing along it. He is feeding them cake as well as their bottled milk, which they get, when we can persuade the children to feed them, no pet lambs next year then!
I spent last night hoeing the weeds out from between the vegetable plants as the midges descended. I tried to remind myself how I ever thought gardening was fun, sweating, aching and scratching away with the heat and the midges. The happy farmer keeps trying to persuade me that we should get one of those midgie machines; I am not convinced they would work though, and keep arguing that for the number of evenings we actually get midges and then when we actually get the time to sit outside it is hardly worth it. I am not convinced they really work either, but if any of you know different please let me know, my vegetable patch doesn’t need midges….or slugs. Is there a machine out there that would eat midges, slugs and work the garden for me at the same time? The happy farmer maybe, or maybe not.
The happy farmer’s sister was over for the weekend’s celebrations. She flew home yesterday, however before she left she decided she should go and visit Hansel her niece’s horse, as she hadn’t seen him yet. She arrived back in the farmhouse kitchen covered in mud, having gone to see the horse, the horse had galloped towards her, she had taken a step back, fell onto her bottom and rolled right down the hill. Unfortunately I missed it, but the happy farmer saw it all, he hasn’t stopped laughing since.
Until next time….