In The Snow, In The Snow, Where The Sun Will Never Shine
I woke up in the middle of the night. It was storming outside. It sounded like rain, but when I looked out of my window everything was white. It was snowing. Probably mixed with rain. Sleet.
Is there anything better than waking up to the sound of snow? It certainly beats waking up to the pain in your neck and back. Ouch. It has been brewing over the weekend. First it was my back, now it is my neck mostly. I guess it’s from the concert on Friday.
Tired and aching. But so pretty outside.
So wonderfully pretty it is. And so heartbreaking cruel to hear the trickling water and knowing it will be gone soon. It’s too early in the year yet for long-lasting snow. But this made my day.
Animals in the snow.
That makes me happy, doubly so.
Mads was walking around on his own, looking for food. I hope the breeding is done soon, so I can have the gruesome threesome of Mads, Mathilde and Magnethe back. They belong together.
Tulle is sweet though. I’m liking her a lot. She reminds me of the shy goat Mathilde used to be. She ate from my hand today, Tulle. I think I could help her get less shy, like I helped Mathilde. But she’ll only be here for a week or two longer. And I can’t really get alone time with her, because every time I go up to the fence Mathilde and Magnethe come running. And when they come then Tulle runs away. She still keeps to herself mostly.
You can see the resemblance though.
If not in the face, then in the body. In the face Tulle almost looks more like Magnethe.
It’s always funny to see the goats at the fence. They stick their faces into every space they can find, poking out their tongues, hoping for treats. And Mathilde is so limber, she can get her front legs all the way up on top of the fence. You know, she likes to poke me to get me to feed her. Even with a fence between us she still gets her leg all the way up there and tries to poke me.
And then of course there are the twins.
I love the way they look up at you, curiously. “What a big sheep you are, even bigger than my mummy!” they must think.
The lighting wasn’t so great, but who cares. Lambs in the snow. Precious. One of my favourite things in the world is seeing lambs jumping in the snow. It is such a mix of cuteness and beauty and happiness and innocence.
And in a world like this, that can’t be bad.
Speaking of things that can’t be bad, and by that I mean Tina Dickow, I got a CD from her in the mail today. Well, from her mother. A promotional single. They had some left over and I was lucky enough to get one. Tina’s mother offered tickets to me for that local concert, you’ll remember. I had to turn them down because of my surgery. But I just think it nicely illustrates that their family must be the nicest family in the world. I am always saying how Tina’s sweetness and kindness is one of the things I remember. And you can see where she gets it from.
Kindness to strangers, that can’t be bad.
Now I must go and tend to my aching muscles. Remind me that I want to talk about light therapy. In case I forget.