Hay! It is Sunday and guess what?! I know you are probably on your guard now, much like we are when the Goatmother tromps out to the barn and utters that phrase. Thankfully, it is nothing akin to that. I merely want to tell you that the sun is shining!!!! More or less, anyway. It does duck behind a cloud every once in awhile, but still, the fact remains that the sun is shining. Can you believe it? Western Washington, January, and the sun is shining. Who knew it was possible?
I have to admit I am rather happy about it, though. At least I was. So what happened to mar my enthusiasm, you ask? Well, it is like this. Everything was going along so well when suddenly there was a blinding flash of light. Everyone ran to the barn. What was it? Did an asteroid hit the front yard? Did the Goatfather spontaneously combust from sitting too long in front of the computer? Perhaps it was one of those 'close encounters' and we'll all wake up having lost two or three days. Or maybe even two or three years!
In fact, it was none of those things. It seems the Goatmother looked out, saw the sunshine and decided she needed to take advantage and get as much Vitamin D out of it as possible. After all, just this morning the Goatfather found where a new study had linked depression to a lack of Vitamin D. Striking while the iron was hot, she flew out the door, plopped down on the bench and rolled up her pant legs. Let me repeat that, just in case you missed it. She rolled up her pant legs. "Marigold!", she hollered. "What are you doing in the barn? Come on out here!"
I will, Goatmother. Just as soon as you dim the light.
Perhaps, after all, there is hidden value in leaden skies.
Oy.
Life goes on amidst change. Finding the laughter one day at a time...
10 comments:
Oh, my. That does sound like quite a bright reflection off those legs. I'm glad you got some sunshine. Did you do any basking? We spent our weekend basking.
Dear Millie,
I have been trying to bask, but between the Goatmother and Ella having one of her snits, well, I'm spending the night with the boys.
Ah yes, the blinding brilliance of winter-white legs. I am reminded of the first time I put cropped pants on every spring. Quite a visual shock.
(Of course you have nice tan legs, Marigold - but remember we aren't all as lucky as you. And you don't have to shave either. Double lucky.)
Der Mrs. Micawber,
Ha! Ha! Ha! A goat with shaved legs. I can just imagine this. I am just thankful nobody takes me to the fair. Then I'd have to have my whole body shaved. Oy.
Ohhhhhh *Marigold* you had better 'watch it' girlie. *Funnin'*... at the expense of the Goatmother's pale winter legs. -giggggggggles-
But I already know that you're very sharp today! With your play on words with "bay"... Keeping my computer problems "at bay." And "bay" at the Jan. Full Wolf Moon. -giggles-
Ooooops! Sorry! Betcha' a lady goat does not like to hear about wolves who are hungry and howling in the cold Jan. night, do you??? Sorry! But that's what the American Indians around this neck of the woods, called Jan. Full Moon.
"Don't shoot the messenger!" ,-)
"The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield...
It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines..."
~Edith Wharton
Dear Auntie,
It's okay. No wolves around our neck of the woods. At least not yet. They are in the Eastern part of the state. More to worry about the 'Cougar Moon' here. :)
I'm afraid being from Wales where supposedly it rains everyday, my legs are always dazzling ....I like to think I am pale and interesting, better than streaky orange and feeling stupid.
Dear Faith,
Right you are! I like the way you think. :) Or, we could just wear sunglasses. :O
the swanson is a fine substitute for the knorr! i use them both!
Dear Jaz,
Thank you!
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