Les Lamas de l'Aubaine

Well here we are, only five hours since my last post, and my mind has had a make-over. After taking the dog-puppies for a very pleasant amble through the lanes and tracks around our land, and then going round the circuit again, just because I could, and just because it was lovely, I have poked the Demon of Irresolution in the eye with a sharp stick, and resolved to be as idle as possible until Simon returns. (more…)

Simon is in Ingurland at the mo’, and I am in the middle of a few days of lonesomeness, which feel both too long and too short at the same time. I miss Simon, (in a “…the bed’s too big; the frying pan’s too wide” sort of way), and yet I relish having some Just-Me time, against the pleasant backdrop of empty quietness. And in between the missing and the relishing, I feel a pressure to somehow make the most of these few days alone. Oh, what to do? What to do? (more…)

I was only away for a week, but when I returned the World had Changed. Well, this little bit of the world, anyway. The sun is shining, the temperature is toastily way above freezing, birds upon birds are singing, the snowdrops are snowdropping, and Spring has arrived. It’s like I looked away for a moment, and when I turned back round, someone has switched the year on. And suddenly Everything is Easy. (more…)

Today is the awaited less-weathersome day, and I am flying to England this afternoon. As I sit here calculating how long I need to allow to get to the airport, and trying not to think of all the things I want to get done before I leave, it seems as if I have ages. Lots of empty time between now and the moment I disappear up the lane in a fading glow of rear lights, leaving Simon alone with the beasts and the burdens.

But I know, with unshakeable certainty, that however much time I have between now and the moment of my departure, when that moment comes I will be rushing around in a very unmindful and unbecoming manner, trying, at the last minute, to cram at least sixty minutes worth of deferred activity into a panic-ridden sixty seconds. Why? Why do I do that? Always. With such irritating predictability. (more…)

While Val was finding happiness by the hearth, Pedro took full advantage of the snowy weather. (more…)

Today is another day, and the rabbits have changed their fur. Who knows why, but today I feel cheery, chilled and not-at-all-bored. My Wise Friend sent me a helpful email, reminding me about the importance of being in the moment, which is I suppose more like watching rabbits than chasing them. Definitely less tiring and much more entertaining. But I have also remembered that feelings, like rabbits, are unpredictable, can turn on a sixpence, and can be chemically induced. (more…)