My trusty border collie is curled up by the door on his mat, dreaming of the wonders of his day, chasing something in his sleep, his mind alive with the hunt. There is a glowing fire sharing its welcome warmth in the little wood stove and atop simmers an old enamelled pot of water with the essence of pine, cinnamon and eucalyptus. In the corner stands the little tree, shimmering with its artificial glow of many colours provided by fibre optic technology. The Christmas cards grace the base, reminding me that there are others who were kind enough to extend their greetings my way. Two little Stearling fans that run on the heat of the fire only are busy wafting the heat around the little living room. I want to knit or crochet, but my hands are tired and sore today and they do not cooperate holding the needles without causing some grief, so I simply sit and sip a cup of hot apple cinnamon herbal tea. All is well in the farmhouse at the Fat Ewe Farm.
There was a little fresh snow overnight and this morning, about three inches and the world outside was pristine and white again. By ten o'clock the glorious sun shone brightly and the tiny flakes flitted from the trees in the gentle breeze caught in the sunrays, scattering the little crystals around the clean snow like diamonds. There had been comings and going on the snow with the big dogs and little cats, but those were early morning tracks.
The bunnies were the first to get their Christmas presents - fresh organic carrots from the garden. I love the rabbits, watching their tiny faces light up when they see and smell the treats. What a delight! Next the chickens got half a spaghetti squash per coop. Each coop has its own rooster and he was first to sample the nourishment and then proclaim it good enough for his hens, which he then clucked and danced to attract to the food. The piglets got purple potatoes and they munched and crunched and stole some of the squash from the chickens. But of all the animals, the dogs seemed to know it was their turn and waited impatiently through the rounds for the time. I saved a bag of meat scraps. Oh boy! Using the five pound hammer, the bits were knocked apart and distributed to the hounds, and the cats who were brave enough to come out and try to steal some. Generally the big dogs do not much care, however, Jenna and Jade, do not share with cats, and nor does Harley. They best keep their distance when they are around and they do.
Everyone was fed and watered and there was no time left to ponder my beautiful life, for my son and I were invited to Christmas dinner at a neighbour's for two pm and it was time to get ready to go. I was grateful and filled with joy. My little farm, the animals, the blessings bestowed on us all - well the peace of my world was immense at that moment and joy swelled my heart to the point of bursting. What sublime happiness!
May this Christmas have been as blessed for you as it was for me. May your heart be filled with joy and love and your cup runneth over! Merry Christmas from the The Fat Ewe Farm!