It’s 11:00pm and for once in a long time I’m actually awake! Our recent days have been filled with all sorts of work and tasks. After a day’s hard work and a delicious meal, reading a book in bed becomes quite appealing. Considering Spirit often barks at night and likes it when we come see what she found, getting an extra bit of sleep is an admirable goal.
But there are no such worries tonight. On rainy nights such like this, she stays in the barn with all the rest of the gang and rarely barks. In addition to granting me a night’s rest, all of the plants really love the thorough watering and always look super spectacular the next day. The weeds too of course – but as I’ve come to appreciate recently, a weed is just a plant you don’t know how to use. Whether it’s eating them or composting them, everything has some use. Except for burrs, let it be known that I hate burrs with every passion of my being and wish nothing but brutal deaths to all of them. (Can you tell I’ve had a bad experience with them recently?)
Tonight is a special night, a rare night of complete peace. Nights like these certainly help balance out the more unpleasant or unusual farm tasks such as moving nasty rotting corpses or chasing after a sheep to wash her vagina off. But it’s all for the benefit of my animals, and that’s all the motivation I’ll ever need. Giving them happy lives fills me with happiness too. Who couldn’t be happy with such a cutie like Power Blaster? Watching him live out his first days exploring and learning how the world works is so precious. Both Tom and I find excuses to to and visit the little guy, and he seems to enjoy our pettings and snuggles. Yeah in 10 years I’ll hopefully be producing tens of lambs per year and this will all be second nature, but for now we are completely mesmerized by the whole thing. He is my first lamb after all, he’ll be spending all his life with us, and that makes me happier than pretty much anything in the city ever did. It’s amazing where my life has ended up so far – even if I went back in time and talked to the me of 5 years ago, I don’t think I would have believed that I would be running a little farm out in French Ontario. Perhaps this attests to the benefit of trying new things that you may not think would be appealing, whether it’s a food or a sport or a book genre or a hobby. Maybe like me, you’ll discover a passion you never knew you had.
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