What Are You Doing There?
A few mornings ago, I awoke to birds chirping outside my bedroom window. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the birdsong and sounds of life waking to a new day. When I opened my eyes and looked out the window to view the peaceful pasture behind our house, I noticed something very peculiar. A single white wildflower protruded from the top of the nearest bush. It was the oddest sight.
Whack-a-Mole
Have you ever played Whack-a-Mole? I'm not too fond of that game. No matter where I hit or how hard I strike, that silly mole pops out of a different hole, eluding my efforts to squash him. Since it's a game, I assume it was designed for entertainment, but it only causes me frustration. After ten minutes of expending copious amounts of energy and strategic thought, I'm left with that cheesy weasel grinning back at me in victory. What a massive waste of time and energy! Next game, please.
What's In a Name?
I must admit, I'm adapting to Welsh life far quicker than I expected. As one who fights change, I feared my transition to a new way of life would be slow and painful. But, I'm delighted to say that's not been the case. I've become accustomed to life here and am enjoying it immensely.
Wonderers and Wanderers
The little lambs here on the farm are growing by leaps and bounds. They’re also doing their fair share of leaping and bounding, which is adorable and hilarious to watch.
The Cleft of the Rock
Over the past couple of weeks, the weather here in Wales has been beautiful, so I’ve taken to walking the property here on the farm. Not only are there various hiking trails available within walking distance of our temporary home, but there is also a beautiful little lake with views overlooking the mountains and other scenery. So, each day, I pull on my boots and stroll along the winding paths. Some days, I pray. Others, I think. And some, I just watch the world around me.