A muddling-along sort of day.

 Wednesday 1st October 2025

Rain first thing this morning, so it was decided that cultivating could wait. I didn’t mind too much—I wandered out after breakfast and spent a happy hour or so fussing over my tractor. A bit of polishing here, a wipe down there… nothing too serious, but it makes me feel as though I’m keeping her in good order, ready for when the weather decides to play fair again.

After lunch Dad rang—could I fetch him a bag of seed? Off I went, and ended up riding with him on the tractor for a little while. I like those moments, just the steady hum of the engine and Dad concentrating at the controls. Eventually duty called—I had to get the telehandler back to the yard so that Eric could feed round.

The best part of the day, though, came later. For the first time in what feels like weeks, Mum and I managed afternoon tea together in the summer house. Just the two of us, the rain tapping gently on the roof, and no pressing jobs to rush off to. We talked about nothing and everything, as only we can. I do so treasure those quiet snatches of time with her.

So yes, it has been something of a lazy, muddling-along sort of day. And yet—I think I prefer the steady rhythm of being busy from morning till night. Still, I wouldn’t trade those cosy minutes with Mum for anything. They linger in the heart long after the day itself has gone.