Riding shotgun, as we often say when one of us goes along to "get the gates," is a job that often falls on my shoulders. It is during these times that I get most of the pictures that end up being selected for winners in our annual Photo of the Year contest. This one will be hard to beat.
The first week of my Winter Hibernation has ended. I have seen no one except one old Cow Puncher, which I might add is one of my greatest joys. The mail carrier has been here a couple of times, but even he was gone before I had the pleasure of speaking to him. I am not lonely.
Every day I have focused on being more creative and artistic in everything I do - the way I dress and style my hair, the way I set the table and arrange the dishes in the cupboards, and even in the way I hang out the clothes to dry.
This week, I finished reading the Thomas Hardy classic, Far From the Madding Crowd. It was rather slow reading for me because I often had to go back and reread complete sentences or paragraphs in order to grasp the whole meaning, but I really loved this book. Mr. Hardy surely has a way with words! I took notes, as usual, and jotted down passages that I liked, then copied them in one of the little notebooks. I even made a couple of rough sketches.
The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. The north Star was directly in the wind's eye, and since evening the Bear had swung round it outwardly to the east, till he was now at a right angle with the meridian. - Thomas Hardy
But, silly me! Why should I try to draw and paint a picture of what Mr. Hardy's words can paint thousands of times better? Or, that I might see oh-so-beautifully on a wonderful clear evening by simply tipping my head and looking upward into the heavens.
I almost threw the drawings into the trash, but then there was the shepherd's hut - such a solitary and lonely looking little abode that seemed to be setting right at heaven's door.- and I couldn't do it. I can imagine Gabriel there playing his flute. Take a peak here at this YouTube video. This melts my heart!
I have managed to sew some every day, both by machine and by hand which I enjoy so much. Millie and I have walked the big bad hill every day, and the hubby hasn't yet had to hang out the laundry. If you happen to be flying overhead and see someone dressed in bright plaids walking beside her ever so faithful and beautiful Millie, it might be me.
I have a new book to read. How sweet it is to have friends looking out for me, keeping me inspired and supplied with reading materials. I know I am going to enjoy this one. These books make me appreciate Millie even more than I already did. The wolves are her cousins, you know!