Heading out to do the chores this morning,
I was amazed to discover that it actually felt WARM in the sunshine. For the first time in weeks I was able to shed all the layers of woolly clothing & trudge the feed barrow up & down wearing only a thin shirt. It was lovely.
Sitting on the edge of one of our lozenge-shaped concrete 1000-gallon irrigation tanks, which take the waste water from the Milking Parlour & pump it up to the higher fields, I bottle-fed the kids & enjoyed the unspoilt view, swinging my legs over the precipitous drop plunging down into the river valley below.
Then it occurred to me – what a lovely place to sit & eat breakfast, on a fine day; the sun hits the tanks first thing in the morning & floods them with early warmth & light. Grabbing a broom I briskly swept off the top of the tank with the the most panoramic view before hurrying up to the caravan & retrieving a little verdigris bistro table & chairs which have been languishing there, unused, ever since I installed a larger wooden table so that guests can enjoy the magnificent vista of the mountains.
Setting up the table on this unlikely patio I prepared my simple breakfast: a slice of crunchy homebaked, wholemeal toast & a big brown, golden-yolked soft-boiled egg from Ginger, our Flock Matriarch. I sat & thoroughly enjoyed my meal, washing it down with a mug of hot, strong tea. The soft rush of the river relaxed my frayed nerves, exhausted after weeks of kidding; & the sun warmed my aching bones & bruised body.
This fifteen-minute repast felt like being on holiday, & I was able to appreciate & enjoy an unparallelled view of this lovely, secluded valley, seldom seen. From here, I can watch the drama of Spring unfold; enjoy the dark green mystery of cool Summer woods in the early dawn; & observe the Autumn sunshine emblazon the trees in gold & bronze as the year begins its final farewell.
A welcome & opportune break; for which I am truly thankful.