Today it's as though all promise of Spring has been wiped out. The farm is shrouded in a grey mist and the sky is darkening as I type. The chickens are wading through black sticky mud and look like they are wearing multi-toed boots.
The pigs are refusing to come out of the barn, possibly the electric fence corridor LH has erected to their new digging area is too narrow or maybe it's just the dismal day they have woken up too.
Sophie the Border Collie is lying in the mud looking under the shed and refuses to leave whatever it is making a home under there alone, possibly a family of mice. When she comes in she is destined for yet another wash. I have just got changed for the first time today and it's only 9am, my jeans can stand by themselves in the corner of the room they are so stiff with the mud the pigs and dogs have splashed at me.
Life is yucky here at the moment, usually my posts are full of happy pictures and nice goings on, but occasionally the weight of the work gets to me and this is one of those times. Life is mucky, muddy and the days are too long. I know just how Barbara in 'The Good Life' felt when she wanted to go out and wear her posh frock!!
Only I don't want to go out, I want to go back....back to our previous life!!
To the life where vegetables came washed in bags from the supermarket and the cinema was round the corner, where takeways were within walking distance and I sat in my shop surrounded by the things I had chosen, seeing them oohed and aahd over and bought by customers. Where I went to work wearing clean clothes and came home with them (usually) in the same condition. Where a walk with the dog meant an amble around the park or up the hill to look at the view and where, when we woke in the morning, it really was morning, and the world was coming alive around us. With street lights still lit and the sounds of a town coming to life for another day.
Most likely by tomorrow I will be back on track but for once I wanted to let you into a secret.......this life is not perfect, the 'good life' is not always good. Sometimes life throws you lemons and you make lemonade, and sometimes life throws you lemons and you throw them straight back (or run over them with a tractor)!