Beauties be bloomin’ around here, friends. Lilacs erupting violet outside, tulips cut and placed in vases around the home, and rhubarb pulled and made into muffins for Country Man. I’m staying away though; rhubarb is about the only ingredient worth eating.
Husband’s shed is now with door, and the finish line is closing in. Thanks so much for your opinion on the color. It was a unanimous red, and red it shall be!
While Country Man worked on the shed, I hung out with my ton of fun friends: Da Bulls.
Big Guy, the one with the white mark on his forehead, was clearly in distress mode. He was bellowing loud and charging proud.
Instantly, I went into whispering mode. Bull whispering is for the listener, the perceptive ones. I looked the bull square in the face, and in my mind, said, “I understand your mental miseries. Here, let me ease your troubled soul. I will give you fresh grass, and we will be friends.” He said something back, like, “That’s cool, I like your shirt.” I don’t know exactly, I was busy.
Bull whispering is simple, see? Anyone can do it.
See? It’s so easy! Now, when you go to give this a try yourself, don’t be like me and drop the grass at the sight of their big, thick, slimy tongues. This disrupts the whispering process and creates uncertainty between the bull and you.
Well, I am off to town now. Got my list in hand and ready to run errands. In the meantime, hope you are enjoying your Wednesday!