I live in a pretty little green house with a beautiful view and a huge yard that I have yet to mow due to a finicky lawn mower.
My first week has been an all round adventure filled with glitches.
Monday was full of running about in the hot sun with the girls weeding (Hounds tongue and bull thistle), building fences and bumbling about on 4x4s.
Tuesday was fighting with the lawn mower and shooting sparks and smoke all over it and my car. Yikes. I learned to use a weed whacker and learned the horribly jiggly feeling of post-weed eater arms. and fences. and moving fences and cows. We found a bull snake climbing a tree. He was large and defensive. The girls wanted to kill it, but I'm sure glad we didn't. He wasn't doing any harm.
Wednesday was nice and brisk. We finished weeding and built more fences. Clara, Keith and I went up Sawmill on the 4x4s. We went all over the ranch and saw many many new calves. They're so scrawny and awkward and totally cute. They hide on the far side of their mothers who moo loudly at you. The hills roll and remind me a lot of Fort Collins. Which makes sense, because in reality, I'm really not that far from home.
Thursday was rainy, snowy, haily, and a little miserable. I set up a fence on my own and got so cold. I don't think I have ever been that cold before. I got home, and finished unpacking, cleaning and finally got to vacuum all the dead bugs off the floor. Then I sat down and ate and found myself feeling quite awful.
Friday, today, I spent most the night throwing up and thrashing with fever dreams. I kept some toast down this morning, and later a bowl of rice. I helped Keith put up a fence (and by helped, I mean I put in a few posts then sat down and watched him do the rest) and then went home and slept slept slept. The family did the sawmill cattle drive in the fog without me. I was sorry to have missed out, but I was grateful for the rest and their understanding that I was sick and miserable. Hopefully it'll pass soon, and I'll be back on my feet in no time.
Cows are silly creatures. They have wide, square faces with large eyes and their mouths open wide and they bellow a funny little tune. They fallow you when you ride up on the four-wheelers in hopes that you'll bring them to new grass or a fresh block of salt. They make me giggle every time.
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