Sunday, April 24, 2011

and though he'll never come back she's dressed in black

Some thoughts I want to explore:

It's a pity I didn't live during Jane Austen's time, because the fashions are uniquely suited to flat-chested, pear-shaped girls like me. But boy, wouldn't it suck to be anything but landed gentry in those days?

Reflecting on the animal holes I have dug reminds me that whenever I'm watching, say, a western, and somebody dies, I know they're fudging on the gravedigging scene. Because even if they are strapping youths doing the digging, they're going to be there for half a day AT LEAST, and that's if more than one person is digging. Also I need to choose a different place to bury our animals, because the place we've been putting them is full of potato-sized rocks.

And I got a gallon of milk from Hazel in less than twelve hours. She is the coolest goat we have ever owned.


Jennifer May said...

I agree about the whole Jane Austen thing! Lovely.....but I would need to be titled for sure!

Barbie said...

Good job Hazel! I'm envious in a way... Trilly is at a pint a day now but she has been a trooper for the last year.

Melissa J. Cunningham said...

We use our back hoe thingy. It makes it much easier, if not faster. Same amount of tears are shed though. Sigh