So little and still this morning.
No more milk battles.
I will allow myself sadness, today will be a glum day.
Today will be a day of practicality and business.
Dig a hole big enough for a small calf, tie up the plants damaged by the wind, plant the Kumara plants that I bought last week and didn’t seem to have time to get into the ground.
Sow some more seeds, set things to rights and move forward.
My Dad always said, “When bad things happen in your life, go outside, get your hands into the soil.”
“I will Dad.”
By tonight things will be good again.