TKG Take Ten. Thursday. Twisted Like The Willow
In the spring I will harvest some willow bark from this tree to make willow bark tea. Aspirin in a cup!
On another note: We collect buckets of kitchen scraps from a local restaurant for the animals. I call it the curbside pick up. So all the souls on the farm - birds and beasts alike - get to eat a LOT of lettuce!
Just about every year I am in a different location for Christmas Day. The joys of parenthood. I LOVE to travel so it suits me. Though I am here in Illinois with none of my children this year. It is the turn of Him Indoors.
I was thinking the other night that no matter how old our children are - from the moment we give birth to one - we are never truly happily carefree again. Even when our babies are older, or left home or even when they have have babies of their own; we worry.
And they have no idea. Because we hide our concern in casual language. Aren’t we a funny bunch.
You can see in this segment that the clouds have come in and there is a threat of rain. When I shot this the temperature was 47F (8.33C) - very, very warm for this time of year.
Can you hear the truck and tractor? Two machines. One sprinkling the chicken shit one turning it in. They have over a hundred acres to go so it will be another noisy night.
Have a lovely evening!
Celi
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See you tomorrow!
As a parent, you are right, we never stop worrying about them. My eldest is 56, my youngest is 41, the eldest grandchild 30, the youngest 12! And still they cause consternation and boundless love for them all in equal measure. I do agree with Patricia, too many people, overwhelming, but certainly better than being lonely. But lovely at the end of a long day when it’s just the two of you again. Very happy Christmas to you and all your followers.
Happy to spot WaiWai walking about. And get such a charge out of the way the chickens dash one way then another, always (well, mostly) in a great hurry. I think I'm doing better in identifying the roosters too. Hope you are able to not just survive but actually enjoy the holiday. We're dreading it too--too many people, the overwhelmingness of it.