the pigs have finally arrived after a stay with lovely friends, the sheep are still with the ram (best in show at bath and west, no less), and suddenly everything seems too big, too expensive, too daunting, the prospect of buying food rather than raising and growing it so much easier….smallholding can be a hugely rewarding palaver, but its a constant clock in your day…and sometimes life seems easier over the fence
its all coming at once: too much work, too little time to get writing done for an imaginary publisher, winter, too many comedies on a forum i help with, too many overneglected friends i want to see, christmas, albums i’ve yet to listen to…i cant seem to see the possibilities at the moment…and i hate feeling anything less than overly-grateful for my lucky lot