I love it when I'm right.............

it happens so rarely.



This afternoon reached the high 60's and the bright warming spring sun - without a breath of wind. I was finished working at 1:00 so Vincent and I headed out. Naturally, I checked the cable across the drive and gave Moo and good talking to regarding her behavior yesterday. Then we set to work.

I moved the remaining pile of firewood inside the yellow barn. Moo glared at me most of the time, well, when she wasn't giving the evil eye to the horse who'd come to the fence for activity viewing. Next thing I know Moo's entered the barn and spotted the grain bucket I'd stuck on Ed's workbench so she proceeded to lick it. People, you have not lived until you see a huge black tongue come out of a cow's mouth as she tries to delicately lick something without knocking it over. The I rolled out the large center of the round hay bale to get it manageable and took it out to the horse pasture. Working in the barn felt wonderful but I kept eyeing the pile of straw and manure that I know I'll be shoveling here before long. My arms ached just thinking about it. I collected the afternoon eggs and tried to show the poor confused hen who keeps laying on the empty metal shelf a better spot where the other hens have created a nest in the full round bale, but she still insists that the metal shelf is the place for her prizes. She makes one heck of a clattering when she's up there scratching imaginary straw into an imaginary nest. The animals on this farm are all crazy, I swear it.

I did sit for a while on the patio and treated myself to a Coke but my solitude was rudely interrupted by the herd of goats walking by. They seemed surprised to see me and stopped for a few minutes to see if I was going to share that brightly colored can with them and a few got close for some petting. Of course, then Jane decide she could only walk across the patio by going *under* the table which moved it, knocked the can over, and scared the dickens out of the entire herd. They started hollering, which brought Jack out to see the commotion, which scared then even more and off they went.

After a few hours of moving firewood and a long walk to the mailbox I felt back to my normal Martha self. I just needed the sun, the warmth, and a good workout. To reward myself I popped a huge batch of popcorn with Vincent, poured on butter and Frank's hotsauce, and sat down to watch a Netflix movie. I love, love, love period flicks and even with horrible acting I still love the costumes and learning about the life - especially movies about royalty, so I'd ordered Marie Antoinette. I must admit, the costumes and sets were gorgeous but please do not subject yourself to what could possibly be the worst film even made in all time. It's *that* bad. It doesn't even get a thumbs down - it gets no thumbs at all.

Immediately after the movie our neighbor stopped by with a huge armful of egg cartons. How thoughtful of her! I can quickly deplete a large stack in no time so I really appreciated them.

It's wonderful to sit here after a hot shower and feel the ache from a good workout. I know I'll sleep well this evening.