I put sheep back to the field, collected dogs and returned to the house feeling rather sheepish and trying to come up with a way to assure the neighbour that I had everything under control. But then I decided it does no good to tell lies.
That's kinda how things are going here. Regular chores, a few mishaps, and some good laughs. With shearing days, supper invites and going to fundraiser events Bill and Janice lined up previously, I'm beginning to feel more and more like a local.
The last two days have been remarkably windy and when Mother N calmed her winds this evening it was downright warm and blissful. I sat on the deck of this beautiful Montana log home I'm staying in, looking at mountains, watching the sun go down and thinking of how out of control life needs to be.