A perfect Sunday

Working outside makes you concious of the weather big time. When I worked in an office, the only weather I experienced was first thing (5.30am) when I went out to do our animal before going to work, the weather from the house to the car, the car to the office, what I could see through my office window, the office to the car, back into the house and and the little bit of time doing my animals again.



Not so now. We are outside in rain, wind, snow, sleet, hail, sunshine and showers. Most of that happens in one day in Wales so you never need feel deprived of weather.



However I must say that today was that which is even more scarce than an honest politician, a perfect Welsh spring day. End to end sunshine and hardly any breeze at all. So unlike yesterday that we could have been in a different place altogether but we weren't, we were here on top of the mountain, on a 40 acre farm on a perfect Sunday.



That's why I am a bit later doing my blog, you see. I have been playing out in my garden all day long. Potting up seedlings so they now have no excuse at all but to grow (except perhaps dying), taking the turf off the new flower bed I am designing to get rid of some more grass, doing the edges that I quickly learned to hate since starting the new flower bed, general domestic garden stuff, you know what I mean. It did strike me as I hurled off another lump of turf that I have removed more grass than most people have in their whole back garden. Very strange thought.



Adrian did all the residents today. Came in for a cup of tea about 10am moaning that the donkeys must have had some sort of cocktail party in the barn last night. All that was missing was the empties. Certainly they were noisy enough. I could hear al four of them braying sometime about dawn, it fair rattles round the barn believe me. I expect it was a bit of a "do" to welcome Eeyore, a young gelding jack donkey who came in on Friday. Lovely creature who clearly believes he is quite the young donkey about town. Unfortunately Millie, our Poitou donkey has never been one to have her head turned by a new face in the herd. Looking down her nose and then aiming a quick flick with a back hoof and Eeyore knew exactly where he stood. Rock bottom.