We walk, three dogs, a horse and I, down past the sheep yards where J is drenching ewes. We leave the whistles, clanging gates, barking dogs and follow the track down the hill to the creek. Its running but the concrete ford has only a shallow puddle to cross. Ethel and Dusty wade in. James, laps from the edge and Frank stands fetlock deep plunging his muzzle under the water, blowing bubbles, playing. I pull his lead rope, whistle the dogs, and we walk on.
This is wonderful Maggie. You say my “feels” exactly as I’d like to! I would give anything to walk with Frank! I rarely get out these days but one of the wondrous things about moving slowly is the details not otherwise observed. Love Tuesday morning Sit Spots with coffe. Today I’m reading it with equal joy around midnight 👏 A beautiful read 🙏 xx
Your writing magics me away Maggie to the wondrous and utterly real life of a farm. And your wordsmithing makes me smile every time. So lean and sparkling. Favourite sentence this week is re washing Frank: "The water beads gemstones on his back." Words doing double time. Brilliant and easeful. Thank you.
Thanks for your writings. Next week I will be reading it on an Air New Zealand flight to the US where we will follow and photograph storms in the northern spring. You will give me a lifeline to home in Trentham for the next 3 months and through your words I will smell the eucalypts that I will miss so much while we are away.
That Frank.
This writing.
Thanks, Maggie!
Oh Maggie, I love reading your sit spot , it has become a happy ritual to read every week. Thank you X
This is wonderful Maggie. You say my “feels” exactly as I’d like to! I would give anything to walk with Frank! I rarely get out these days but one of the wondrous things about moving slowly is the details not otherwise observed. Love Tuesday morning Sit Spots with coffe. Today I’m reading it with equal joy around midnight 👏 A beautiful read 🙏 xx
Thanks from the city chick again Maggie. Beautiful shot of Frank
Your writing magics me away Maggie to the wondrous and utterly real life of a farm. And your wordsmithing makes me smile every time. So lean and sparkling. Favourite sentence this week is re washing Frank: "The water beads gemstones on his back." Words doing double time. Brilliant and easeful. Thank you.
Always wonderful to climb into your space for a few minutes. "Here is a scoop of time"—how delicious these moments are.
Interesting to read about what you are reading. I’m re-reading For The Term of His Natural Life…. first read a loooong time ago.
Thanks for your writings. Next week I will be reading it on an Air New Zealand flight to the US where we will follow and photograph storms in the northern spring. You will give me a lifeline to home in Trentham for the next 3 months and through your words I will smell the eucalypts that I will miss so much while we are away.