It’s a cold morning, temperature is below zero and there is no rain. The world seems so quiet suddenly. After weeks and weeks of rain and wind this quiet weather is a relief. I’m also glad to say that it may be here for the next ten days. At least that’s what my weather app tells me. I certainly hope so as the constant rain was getting on my nerves. Also all the flooding. When you live in a country build on water, high water levels on the rivers take another meaning.
In the meantime the sheep behind. my house keep going and I keep staring at them from my breakfast table. I love sheep. I fell in love with them when I was still living in Haarlem and waking in the Zuid-Kennemerland National Park there. There were sheep mowing the grass in the park as they didn’t want to use any machinery in the this nature reserve.
I was talking to the shepherdess when one of the sheep came to me, leaned against my leg and pushed her head into my hand.
It was such a magical moment. At least until the dogs got jealous of the attention and then another sheep and then I had not enough hands for them all. It was a joyous moment.
The sheep behind my house are not that social, but I like watching them munching on the grass, pushing each other for no reason and just being sheep. Sometimes I wish I could go out to the feel and just stand between them. Sheep are magical.