Every once in a while you need a quiet day. At least I do. I'm an introvert. I find myself getting frazzled if I'm surrounded by people all the time without a break. Even if that break is to weed, iron, or do something equally tedious but important to the flow of life here at Struan Farm. (Note: if you haven't read Quiet: The Power of Introverts In A World That Can't Stop Talking by Susan Cain, do so soon. If you're not one of us it will help you understand.)
Today was one of those days. John headed off to meetings in Auckland while the dog, pet lambs and I all hung out and had our respective quiet days. We're allowed. Clifford laid on the front doorstep zonked out, Minnie and Mickey lounged in the shade under their lean-to watching Cookie and Tootsie munching grass, and I cleaned out the fridge, freezers and pantry. You know how you start to lose track of what you've got and what you need after that mad season called The Holidays? Plus how many old, half empty/full jars of jam does one really need?
It's time to regroup and get grounded again before those tomatoes start to ripen. I might even take that dozing dog for a leisurely walk down to the river if he's up for it. We'll leave the lambs home to guard the house.
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