Paul, Katrina and the girls left this morning, and I've hardly seen Grace all day. If she's not playing somewhere in the yard or pinching peas from the garden, then she can be found over at the fence having a chat with Sophie's flock of pet sheep.
She has a favourite, Ruby, who she remembers from our last trip over here. I thought perhaps their friendship may have soured somewhat after yesterday, when Ruby got a bit excited about the prospect of a feed and head-butted Grace as we crossed the paddock to collect eggs from the hen house. Despite her initial tears and recriminations, she was back out there first thing this morning feeding them all a bucket of pea pods and discussing rules of conduct with Ruby and the girls.
Charlie is quite taken with the sheep but as soon as one of them baas, he runs away in hysterics. I swear the sheep have figured it out, for they all join in once he starts getting upset, and the more noise they make, the more inconsolable Charlie becomes. He just turns and runs as fast as his little legs can carry him, screaming his head off.
With dinner tonight we had potatoes, carrots and peas straight from the garden, and they were so good that Grace ate everything on her plate. Even the peas. For the first time in about two years. Looks like we'll be having a mighty big pea patch when we eventually get our own place.
