|Small Sausage Dog "Blending in"|
I have decided to ignore him, even though he is not supposed to be there. He has had a busy fortnight as The Farmchildren's main playmate. They invented a game called "Commander Woof-A-Lot". The game seemed to involve Herbie being some sort of army commander and it was The Farmkids' "mission" to track him all over the garden from their base under a big old Cape Lilac tree, "The Spaceship Tree". It provided hours of entertainment and for this reason alone I have decided Herbie needs his place in the sun this morning.
And me? Well I am having an extra cup of coffee and relishing the peace for a little moment.
It has been raining here which is so lovely. We are about half way through our seeding programme and the rain was incredibly welcome.
The Farmchildren and I had a great time down south with my parents. The highlight was going down the creek and catching yabbies and rides on my Dad's ride on mower. Despite the fact that we have numerous very large bits of tractor-type gear they apparently pale in comparison to a ride on mower with a trailer. Particularly if it is driven by Boppy.
New ugg boots were purchased in preparation for chilly nights. The whole family now has matching pairs.
|Small People With Toasty Toes|
Now - I have a small confession to make. After rubbishing reality TV at length I have become addicted to The Voice. I am blaming The Farmchildren as they were desperate to watch The Blind Auditions. Given that is a sort of grown-up show I thought I had better watch it with them. And now I am thoroughly intrigued. It is creating much discussion in our house. The Farmkids are huge fans of Steve Clisby and Harrison Craig. I have become an unlikely groupie of Joel Madden (who knew a mouthy, tattooed to the hilt, short guy was so cool?).
I am also continually in awe of just how genetically blessed Ricky Martin is. He is seriously one of the best looking human beings to walk the planet. Fortunately Delta is similarly blessed as she has had to carry off some interesting outfits and has managed to do so with style. (Mere mortals would not look good in a slashed to the navel jumpsuit or that odd futuristic flesh-coloured dress arrangement.) So, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I am now well and truly on The Voice band wagon.
So there you go - I am off to do some little jobs that have been building up over the holidays.
Hope all is well in your worlds.
|Early Morning. Servicing The Air Seeder.|