“Hey, look outside, granddad, there’s some weather“.
Wonderfully put, the grin it invokes must not be seen as mocking. That sort of enthusiasm is necessary. With the proliferation of weather we’ve had recently many of the routes that Lady and I take on our walks have got overgrown. Lady is quite capable, head down she disappears rapidly into tall grass: I need a stick to part the vegetation. There is a handy piece of silver birch which I use for the task and I keep it with me.
Later we have to follow the road for a while. How considerate the drivers are today. Each one slows down and gives us plenty of room. Not until we get home and I add the stick to our collection by the shed door do I realise how white the stick is and what this meant for the drivers. Is that a grin on Lady’s face?
Such is farming.
4 days ago