Could only manage four jars of meat into the canner today. Was supposed to do more, but ran out of spunk big time, so we diverted away from farm work by spending the afternoon with some good friends, me to do female chat, Lester to do man talk. We both needed the break, just for a while. To drive through the wonderful French countryside, to remind ourselves of what a privilege it is to be living here, to enjoy returning to the farm, seeing our animals in the field, this was sufficient to give us the boost of energy we needed.
We are in the middle of a cross-roads time. Lester's work with the UK looks like finishing, so our income is going to be not a lot. Keeping faith and trust in the Universe, that is what we are doing. Keeping fingers crossed as well. And toes. And anything else which can be crossed.
Last night we sat outside for the first time in weeks. Watched the day go to sleep. Watched the stars starting to wake up. Watched the bats hither and thither. Watched the chickens go to roost in the tree. Watched the geese take themselves off to their hut. Heard the sheep having a chat. Heard the pigs have a bit of a bargy. Heard Lissie snuffle. Heard Bonny have a drink. Heard the male goat complaining that he did not like being on his own in the Middle Barn. The goat girls we did not hear. Was able to sit outside because the midges and gnats were doing something somewhere else, which had nothing to do with us. And there, last in, one of the bees.
I have an inheritance. We have enough for the moment. For today, all is well.