He is great who can do what he wishes;
he is wise who wishes to do what he can.
August Wilhelm Iffland
Sure, it has been a long winter and the scenery has been beautiful and I for one never grew tired of what was snuggled in the middle of the trees waiting for me to discover but now spring is here and the wow factor seems to be lacking a little. A package came in the mail last week and I rushed to open it to find some Montana spring waiting to bloom on this farm, so I went to work. Knitting needles and a little creative thinking had me sitting up late into the night to complete the project that would make the girls and I smile.
A certain person, not mentioning any names, who lives in Montana sensed my want or should I say need for some spring colours and sent some beautiful yarn that would make any Bossy2 or Farmgirl want to wear the finished product no matter what it would turn out to be. I hoped I could make it work; the only thing was I did not know how to read the pattern supposed to be made (a child’s shawl) so as usual I made a hat, as you know I do that a lot. You can never have too many hats here on the farm, don’t you agree?
Well after one night of obsessive knitting I happily placed that hat on my head early in the morning then I pulled on those Pink Cadillac’s. Oh, I must admit I could not help myself but to admire the look in the rear view mirror of the tractor, it was a perfect. I drove off down the lane smiling and singing I’m so pretty and I headed to the bush to see if it could brighten the dull boring world that was now in some sort of transition. Those muddy chocolate brown puddles, melting snowbanks of spotty white and mud, those small patches of brown grass trying to come back to life and more melting snow revealing tree stumps and crumpled brown leaves that littered the ground. Except for the beautiful rays of sunshine bouncing off the snow and the spring pretty flower hat, I found the colours very boring.
Oh, I felt so darn pretty every time I picked up that hat from where it had landed and placed it back on my head. There was a hop in my step and I knew this was surely working. Spring was finally coming to the bush and the farm.
I wandered around introducing this new piece of spring from Montana to my world. I think it worked, I am pretty sure I could hear the trees whispering in the wind and agreeing. By the time I walked up to the new calves and Bossy2 with that beautiful spring hat on my head, Bossy2 insisted that I place it on her head so she would be the envy of all the other girls, you know how she is. It seemed to work too because all the girls gathered round and told me they all wanted one. It turns out they were craving spring as bad as me.
I have enough yarn to make just one more hat but I have decided I will be keeping this first one as it goes so well with those Pink Cadillac Boots and honestly I really enjoyed the attention from the girls and the way it made me feel. Oh yes, cow envy is exactly what I was going for.
Thank you, sweet lady, from Montana, not mentioning any names. Thank you for making my world a little brighter from the bottom of my, and not to forget Bossy2’s, little heart. Oh yes, it worked. Spring is now here on the farm and I am singing.
I’m so pretty, oh so pretty.
Now on hearing a sound while I had my back to the cows I have to ask; have any of you heard a cow sing?......... I have........ I’m so pretty, oh so pretty. Go Bossy2 go.