I extended my walk by an extra mile and as a reward, got a surprise in the form of a sheep.
We have all sorts of animals around here. Cows, pigs, goats, geese, horses, donkeys, mules, etc. Not to mention all the wild critters. But until today I had never seen a sheep in Lloyd. I thought instantly of Mr. Pudding who seems to live in a area where you can't swing a cat without hitting a sheep. So to speak.
My sheep picture is so far inferior to his that I am almost embarrassed but she was securely fenced behind that chain link and she was quite shy and not very sure about me. This is part of the whole almost-ranch that some folks seem to have put in lately down the road. I hear they are Mexican, and I believe it because of the Mexican sun on the eave of this huge pole barn that's been built.
Can you see it? Also, the nice stonework around that tree. They've got a lot going on and there were some gorgeous cattle beside the sheep, just hanging out, enjoying the coolness of the morning. Lloyd is a funny place. This new place is enclosed with brand new fencing that has prison-looking barbed wire at the top. Very professionally done with obviously expensive materials. A few miles down from that there is another farm-like place that has everything enclosed in sheet metal. I mean, a LOT of sheet metal and it's all repurposed from other projects. It is not nearly as tidy looking but I'm sure it gets the job done.
No Man Lord's religious bread art was still there with very few of the slices disturbed. Perhaps he refreshed it this morning before I passed by.
While I was still walking, Lily texted to ask if they could come over to pick up Gibson's birthday present- a pair of skates that I'd ordered earlier in the month- and have a short proper-distance visit. Of course I said yes! It was so good to see my kidlings. They seemed in jolly spirits and Gibson showed me where he'd stepped on the tack and they got to see the chicks out in the coop and I gave them the skates and some eggs and the kids picked carrots and ate mulberries and I picked greens for them. Despite the no hugging, it was joyful.
Well, Maggie did cry when it was time to go and she realized that no, she was not going to get to come inside and play.
After they left I hung laundry on the line, chopped up grapes and greens for the chicks, and gave them fresh water and feed. All of them appear to be very well.
By the time all of this was done and I'd made lunch for Mr. Moon and me I looked at the clock and it was almost three. WHERE does the time go? It's so very odd.
And then the man worked in the garden (and this is going to be the best garden ever) and I worked on my dress and got the laundry in and well, here we are.
The kids and I texted back and forth all day again. We did a lot of discussing about The Tiger King which led to Hank posting a list of The Top Ten Fucked Up American Subcultures. It's genius. Like Hank.
And so today has been a good day. Aside from the fact that we're in a pandemic and people are sick and dying, of course. And our president appears to be determined to kill us all.
I just asked Hank if I could publish his list. He said I could. So here we are.
There are people at the church next door. I hope they're using the six-feet rule.
It's Friday. Be well. Stay safe. Stay home if you can. Take heart. We will get through this, even as we know these are early days.