Mad May

May is a mad month. The line-up includes a long-time friend’s hens weekend, my husband’s nan’s 90^th birthday party, my brother’s 30^th, one of my closest friend’s 30^th, a wedding and visitors every other day. Each event involves travel and promises or has already delivered a lot of wholesome fun. Added to this mix the LantanaLand menagerie has adopted yet more critters. 

As I watch the last of the sun’s golden glow slip behind the curving contours of our western ridgeline and the crisp night emerge over our cradling east mountainous arm, I am contented to stop in the now and inhale the beauty of this place, this life. My new old dog adoringly taps at my leg as I type and my cats watch patiently at a safe distance. Our new cows and calf have settled down for the night, alongside the goats. I have moved the day old chicks in out of the cold. I sit on my verandah watching the distant lights flickering on in the valley and the dusk driven cars light a path through our mountains groin. I sip my red wine and listen to the bats play in our fruit trees, the ducks quack their days last orders and Angus and Julia Stone serenade away the last of my need to do anything at all. 

Friday;  my day off and I am stopped in time. This May, much has been done, much will be done, but for now nothing will be done.