I have spent the day at a country manor, helping out with some very (very) basic farm things, such as finding the pigs and getting them back into their pen, and bringing the older cows in for drenching.
I even drove the two aside farm vehicle thing. That was awesome.
Even through the drizzle and the cold, there was constant bird song. The hills rolled on and on until they met the mountains. You could see the valley wherein a dairy farm nestled. And it was beautiful and so restful.
This morning I sat on the front deck while my dog zoomed around the landscaped front yard and I cried. It wasn’t a sad cry, but rather that cry you get when you unclench and let everything you’ve held dissipate. It took me some time to finish. When I did, I felt renewed, and my chest felt light.
It just reminded me that I need to get out into farmland more often. Not into bush – while I like it, it’s not where I feel most relaxed, but rather into the rolling green hills akin to England’s own. Into lifestyle blocks and retiree blocks where there aren’t many animals, and they just need a bit of mustering because they’re so used to their humans and will follow them anywhere.
While I know it is only a transient feeling, I feel more settled than I have in a long time.