I have a problem.
Usually I’m here on my little patch of the planet cheerfully tottering through my days. I’m happy, very much so, to tend my people, menagerie and vegetables (ashamedly not always in that order) whilst often berating myself on my lack of photographic evidence; it makes churning out a weekly missive to y’all just that little bit harder. Then something, usually an animal antic or mini-adventure, crops up and I have it: something to ramble to you about. Not right now, though.
It’s a problem.
My problem is not in my house. It’s not even in my country or hemisphere. And I’m annoyed at myself for letting the leadership of another country rattle me so much but it has. I mean, really; for a second time?! Seriously! With the hate and the prejudice, marginalization and horrific ignorance… Right now, I feel like I did when Tony Hardcastle (name changed because who knows where he is now – we have unmitigated proof that anything is possible) kept acting up in class even though the teacher had uttered the fateful “If you don’t stop, we’ll carry this on after the bell rings” when, as it was, catching my afterschool bus required a mad sprint. Adult me now gets that Tony just liked everyone looking at him – it made him feel big and powerful -and me with my afterschool commitments and inadequate transport options didn’t figure on his radar. People like me should just…
So, I thought why not just dump this here? Then I can get on with writing my little snippets on Esme the sheep who adores The Bean Counter, our awesome tomatoes that are finally ripening, Farm Girl’s imminent return to school for her final year, Shirley the labs continuous fruit ingestion, and just what we’re going to do in the paddock vacated by the Tiny Housers.
Hopefully problem solved…press publish
Union Homestead 
Lol. I hope this worked for you. Because I can tell you that in my country Tony is very much making his presence felt just by glaring in a threatening way. Trying to remember the Serenity prayer is all very well, but difficult to put into practice. Bring on the stories of besotted sheep, dogs with strange appetites and the evolution of paddock! On the upside we have finally been able to watch All Creatures Great and Small…thank you Public Library system, and it is proving a wonderful winter escape.
Enjoy James Herriot…the perfect antidote to Tony and his mates.
Trump eats it. The real problem, though, is that a majority of American voters think it’s okay for a riot-inciter and convicted felon to be president. It’s a dangerous and infuriating reality.
Dangerous and infuriating…and scary
He surpassed himself at his press conference on the air accident today. We watched in slack jawed wonderment. The thing is that he has learned that he can say anything he likes and it doesn’t matter. I need pictures of contented livestock to cheer me up. Please note.
Duly noted 😁
Hi, I feel we are witnessing the gradual crumbling of an empire. How could any self respecting country choose such a person as their leader? Apparently, rather than elect a woman, Hilary or Kamala, any man will do. On a cheerful note, I am now picking cherry tomatoes from my two plants.
Hooray for home grown tomatoes! As for the rest, it’s certainly how it appears…