The tree has gone up this evening and after milking this morning, I went to town and got the last shopping before Christmas day, so we are officially on Christmas lock down. For me now other than walking the dogs and milking on Tuesday, I'm not going out anywhere, with six children we tend to take visitors rather than visit and come Tuesday evening after my last milking until after Christmas day, I will be winding up six already very excited children.
We will be putting up tree security (putting a pen around the tree), as we already have had one Christmas tree decoration casualty, which was a salt dough gingerbread man, which I found Treacle with and was mutilated beyond repair.
Winter solstice (shortest day, longest night) today here in the UK and for those of us who work in agriculture worth raising a glass to, as we get the other side of winter. I'm off now to raise a glass to the original winter festival. One of the oldest known festivals. Humans have worshiped many Gods and they come and go, humans have only ever seen one sun. Don't forget to raise a glass to the sun this evening, its rising, is pivotal to our surviving.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!