Running On Empty

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My camera is full.  Brent backs it up, but we’ve been so busy.  Beef sales, cows, kids.  Backing up photos is way down the list. So after deleting what I could, I’m left with retro-photos.  Photos of the yuppie years.  Where poppies grew too fast and Cheerios stuck on foreheads.

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No cows to worry about.  No dogs.  Just a Porsche that could possibly be damaged by the weekend suburb drunkards.

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Blue Betsey Johnson skirt not touched.  Other than a trip to the shops hugged around my waist.

Some dinner with friends.  We cycled that night and hired a babysitter.  Oh those were the days.  Of two kids and cash flow.

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A port-o-potty dangles while someone improves their home.

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iphone at its best.  Quick snaps of daily life of 2008.  Daily life of a life I’ve not looked at for many years.

Running on empty.  Keeps you fired.  Keeps you energetic.   Keeps you keeping on.

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Today, In Le Farmville

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The cows calmly walked to ” soccer pitch. ”  A paddock named for form and function, or potential function.  They are behind that giant oak.  Very happy and very munchy.

Brent is moving the hay in, one ball at a time.   These are the balls to come in from ” Adventure Playground.” I feel a Lotto coming on…

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Lucy wore spectacular pants today.  Thankfully my fashion statement has carried on through my daughters.  No need to get fancy now.  I’ll just pop these jeans on again and swipe some mascara on.  Sit back and enjoy the progeny.

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Munchy Munch in October

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The cows came up to the yards today.  Well behaved and knowing the drill, they walked calmly to their new slice in California T.  I love the cow that walks a calm walk.

 

We are still grazing the grass.  With the rain and sun and rain and sun, the grass is growing.  Last year, we fed a bit of hay while we waited for the autumn growth.  This year we keep riding the Spring that doesn’t quit.  The herd is munching away on each section.  It’s a bit cool in the morning, but warms right up for the afternoon and evening.  The tomatoes are confused and we are amused.  When the kids are off to bed, we sit outside in a tank-top or t-shirt reflecting on the day and days to come.

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often giggling when in late October, we lit the fire … just for kicks.  Only to desparately need Mr. Green in late November.  With a big hug and a hot cocoa, we get through those cold months of late.  But for now, I wipe the sweat off my brow, think about a nice cool shower and ready to slip into my mumu.