January 18, 2018
This morning’s history post informed me that today was the birthday of Joseph Glidden who patented barbed wire.
There’s been the odd occasion when I’ve been snagged in it and cursed it, but many more when I’ve appreciated its usefulness and I’m grateful for it.
January 17, 2018
I’m too old to be a digital native but have younger people in my life who’ve introduced me to apps which make life easier in a variety of ways.
One of these is WhatsApp that enables users to receive and send messages and photos to and from individuals and groups.
This morning I woke up to a message from Paraguay that made me laugh and another from Argentina that started a conversation.
WhatsApp is such an easy way to communicate and share photos with friends and family near and far, and I’m grateful for it.
January 16, 2018
He was a family man, a farmer and a community stalwart.
The crowd attending his funeral today overflowed the church, a visible sign of how many lives he’d touched.
The service provided an opportunity to reflect on all he’d done and a reminder that his was an example we could all follow to make the world a better place.
I’m grateful for that.
January 15, 2018
Today’s been another scorcher.
Without irrigation North Otago would have been in drought weeks ago.
With it, farms are still able to grow pasture and crops.
Moisture lost through evapotranspiration will be greater than the amount delivered by irrigation on days like this.
But cooler overnight temperatures allow more water to be applied than is lost and I’m very grateful for that.
January 14, 2018
We were in Wanaka when our dog-sitting duties began.
Before they left, her people and I had dog-proofed the section so when my farmer and I went out for dinner we didn’t tie up the dog.
I’d taken the precaution of putting my phone number on a label on her collar and at 9:30 got a call to say she was at a pub in the middle of town.
I went straight to pick her up and found her very pleased with herself and her new friends.
I strengthened the dog-proofing but twice more she got out and went exploring. The first time someone rang me, the second she returned of her own accord.
After that I wouldn’t let her roam outside unless someone was with her.
It’s been several years since we’ve had a playing dog and I enjoyed the experience. She required at least two good walks a day which was good for both of us and her sheer delight in bounding free, smelling new scents and, when at home on the farm, chasing rabbits was contagious.
Her people have returned home and we delivered her back this afternoon.
Two weeks of dog sitting has been fun and now she’s back home happy well and I’m grateful for that.
January 13, 2018
The rural mail delivery stops at our gate so there’s a line up of mail boxes there, ours and those of people who live further up the road.
Ours is the only one that gets a daily paper.
I can, and sometimes do, read the Otago Daily Times on-line but I still prefer to read the hard copy.
When Saturday mail deliveries were cut, the ODT contracted with the mailman to deliver the paper. He does that every Saturday and because he’s not delivering mail as well, it comes much earlier than it does during the week.
It gives me an excuse to linger over a late breakfast, reading news and features, and trying to do the sudoku, crossword, and word builder.
It’s a leisurely way to start the weekend and I”m grateful for it.
January 12, 2018
The advertisement encouraged us to buy a bigger block.
It was talking about cheese and in those days it meant mild or tasty.
These days we have much more choice in cheese, imported and local.
It might be parochialism, but my favourite is Whitestone Cheese.
Today I’ve been enjoying their Lindis Pass Camembert.
It’s creamy, delicious and I”m grateful for it.