Silaging has been going on all around me today. The grass was cut early in the week on our land (by the two farmers who are buying it) and left to dry. Despite the fact that heavy rain and storms threatened and happened all around us, somehow we were lucky and they all missed us. Today there is a strong breeze and (this afternoon) sunshine and now, at tea time, all the grass has been baled and wrapped and the weather can do its worst.
I had a busy morning. Solicitor early, followed by shopping for food, then the Physiotherapist. After lunch it was my usual hairdressing appointment and, by the time I got home I was very tired. Sitting in the chair to read The Times I fell asleep
and slept for two hours (this is exactly what the Physio says I must do - sleep when I feel tired).
Poor Tess had a short walk early this morning and that was all, so I decided it was time to take her. As the fields were short grass and so easy to walk on we walked down to where we had scattered the Farmer's ashes. He had been silaged and I think he would have liked that - it made him part of his farm. I could no longer see where we had buried him but knew more or less the spot.
It was peaceful, the wild roses were out on the hedge, I could hear the sound of the beck running by and I stood a minute and chatted quietly to him.
As I stood there the most beautiful Red Admiral butterfly landed on the grass at my feet and stayed there for a minute or two. It was quiet and the sun was shining. Tess sat by my side.
I took it as a sign that all was well. I am not a believer in God, or the after life - and you are quite entitled to think it silly of me, but I can't tell you the comfort that moment gave to me in the week that held his birthday.