The snow is melted away now, replaced by dark grey skies and rain. As it is such a rare thing and so beautiful, I wanted to share one more blog post of the lovely snow. This day, I walked to the Lakes to visit my French breed cows. They're the only ones left now. The grumpy boys in the meadow outside my window, were spirited away many weeks ago. The red coated Herefords on the other side of the river, the ones who loved to hang out under the bridge with all of the graffiti - they've also been picked up by the farmer and taken back to the barn for winter. So here I go - across Bridge Street and into the wooded pathway to the Lakes.
Last year, there were almost 20 Lim-moo-sin cows. Ha Ha Ha! Get it ? This little group of 9 were a grumpy lot. Huddled together against the shrubs and trees for shelter against the cold - not even my singing could get a rise out of them. Which is surprising, as I can always draw attention to myself with my singing. Not in a good way. Oh yes, I will not go into how cold my ass cheeks got today, like I did the last blog. I was barraged with letters of condolence for my bum. Anyway, thank you for your concern. Can I just say though, how snotty my nose was this day - like a runny spout - like a cow's nose. Okay, enough said.
This, was the best I could get from them. Just a peek between the fence planks.
The minute the farmer showed up in his little white truck, the back end full of bales of hay, they were off !!
One last glance. He probably thought I wanted his hay.
It's all about the photos now......
The path that leads back to St. Ives. So ready for that cup of tea.
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