The stillness of the sheep and cows at pasture belies the busyness underneath. Caring for animals requires attention and effort. I love the summer flowers, the rolling stone walls around each field. The winding roads used by the belting tractors and cars racing on stretches between bends. I am here and in my being. The stone houses appear bleak yet inside are warm and containing. The clouds in the sky a daily fascination. My task complements animal husbandry.