simple pleasures

Last night Mr M was working late, he called me from the tractor to ask if I could give the dogs a bit of a run around as this is usually his job and he wouldn't be home before dark to do it. I usually potter about with him doing outside jobs whilst the hounds bound about the garden and the surrounding paddock, Pippa generally making a nuisance of herself. Problem is that if Pippa gets a scent or hears a far away barking dog, bleating lamb or mooing steer she takes of like a bat out of hell after it, over the horizon and never to be seen again. Well, a lot of yelling, whistling and stock whip cracking by Mr M usually does the trick, but she rarely listens to me, so I had a little discussion with her about this and told her that there was to be no funny business. Her attention span is, lets just say...lacking.

To keep her entertained I stayed outside to 'supervise' at all times. I had washed some sheets that morning so needed to get them in off the line, it was just on sunset and the light was absolutely streaming in from the west across the dam, through the gum trees and onto our washing line next to the shed. Sometimes the simplest of ogjects and tasks can make the most beautiful images.

The light was absolutely begging me to walk the extra few hundred metres down to the gum trees and edge of the dam, another excuse to keep the dogs entertained whilst I was 'babysitting' them. Sometimes I really miss our outlook from the cottage, but last night was magic of a Thorpdale variety with the smell of 'spud dust' in the air and hum of nearby potato harvesters.

Thorpy.

Home.

 

Hounds entertained, Emma's shutter finger satisfied for the night, sheets dry, dogs fed and dinner in the oven. Come on Pip, let's go home.