Looking out across the farm next door, this morning.

Couldn’t see any kangaroos, just sheep and cows. I miss seeing the hay rolls dotting the hill.

We’re expecting 28° C today. I love the smell of my pine chip paths on these warmer days.

I fished this pic out of my recycle bin to show you one such path. I usually check my garden before feeding the cats. I don’t suppose I can call them ‘strays’ really, as they were all born either here or next door. They often follow me. After they eat, I barely see them. By making them wait, I get to enjoy their presence.

This part of the back garden is very much a work-in-progress. I intended Old Tom having a scratch as the subject, but the lens picked up Timmy behind the big rock. Yes, that’s Cassie.

I expect to remove most of the edging rocks as they become overgrown with plants, their job done.

Lately, whenever I mention Cassie to Mr. R., I call her Sasha. Now I have that name stuck in my head. Sasha was a grey cat, adopted when my girlfriend had to have her cats rehomed, some thirty years ago! The brain is getting lazy, methinks.

Thanks for looking.

🙂

Christine

Post 20/365

Agricultural, Animals, cats, cows

Summer morn

It’s been a beaut season for growing grass. When looking across the farmland next door, one can hardly see the cows!

Thanks for looking.

🙂

Post: 5/365

Agricultural, cows

Belly-deep

And almost nine months on … so much can happen in that time and I can’t just pretend I haven’t been ‘missing’ — again!

I picked up my hearing aids after the last time I posted. WOW. I stepped out into the street and just, wow. The noise was incredible. I had to take out one aid after I got home, and I turned the other down so I could cope. I now wear both from the time I wake until the time I go to bed, at the set volume. I can hear birds twittering and frogs croak. It’s awesome.

My garden is progressing. I may have mentioned I was turning the yard into a cottage garden. It’d be done now, if I could leave the family history alone. The first gerbera flower has appeared, the nectarine is blossoming, and the iris bits I brought home from mum’s a few years ago are promising a great show this year.