As autumn deepens, grass growth slows perceptibly no matter how warm the days, and the spells of rain are more frequent and prolonged. The cows become restless, watching my every move as I pass among them, wondering if today is the day for moving inside for the winter. If I go through the gateway that leads to the cowsheds the more hopeful of the group rock their bulk to build the momentum to get to their feet, just in case I pin back the gate to let them through. Not yet, not yet, I tell them. The ground is starting to soften but there’s still enough grass to protect it from poaching. I’m not ready to make a change that will alter the whole pattern of my day for months to come.
Now I know just how you feel Debbie - as late comers to owning a small holding we hoped for 10 years here - now after 4 years 10 seems just not enough. We hope to stay fit & strong enough to maybe do 15 & then who knows.
Now I know just how you feel Debbie - as late comers to owning a small holding we hoped for 10 years here - now after 4 years 10 seems just not enough. We hope to stay fit & strong enough to maybe do 15 & then who knows.