Dear Curiosity Journal,
Rufus sat up with a start, jolting out of what had been a calm early morning conversation. “I left the sheep gate open”, he said, explaining that he had been free grazing the flock and forgot to close the side gate. From the bedroom window, he could see that Peter was out and rushed downstairs. I figured that he had it under control and went about my morning yoga and meditation routine. As I was lying in savasana, Rufus came in and sheepishly reported that the flock got into the burdocks and that he would help de-burdock them, at least around the face. Still wrapped in a post-practice blanket of zen, I couldn’t help but laugh at his humorous delivery of the news, suspecting I would be upset. We’ve been struggling with the burdocks all year, and I have yelled at him for not watching the sheep when he lets them out. If you can chase them away from the gardens, can’t you chase them away from the burdocks?! I was hoping I could do something with the wool. However, I think we’re passed that point. This fleece has succumbed to a majority of vegetable matter. Before I saw them, I was thinking, how much worse could it be? They were already pretty peppered. Much worse, like when your burdocks have burdocks! What else can you do other than laugh and start the slow process of removing them. Think of it as a meditation.
~Joy
