Rummaging through old sketchbooks (45)
Rummaging through old sketchbooks (46)

One of those days....

So you know those days when you wake up with lists in your head of all the things you have to do, and all the deadlines you have to meet, and all the things you've fallen behind on . . . and you've barely slept because you were in the office late and then those lists kept running through your head all night...and you wake up wondering how on earth there's going to be time enough to do even half the things you need to do....?

So of course that's the day that a stray ram wanders into the back garden before you've even had your first cup of coffee. And then you can either laugh or cry. We did a lot of laughing in my house this morning.

The Morning Ram

Here's our handsome visitor (above), on the porch of Howard's cabin-office -- which is where he ran after our first Abbot-&-Costello attempt to shoo him out of the yard. Watching Howard herd the wary fellow back into the woods behind us (from whence he came) was priceless.

In myth, the ram is generally associated with "masculine virility and generative force" (Symbolic and Mythological Animals, J.C. Cooper), the masculine side of fertility and creativity, spiritual leadership, spiritual sacrifice, and the sacred hearth. Make of that what you will.

Below, Tilly enjoys a summer afternoon in the (ram-free) garden this past weekend. According to the Oxford University Press blog, Henry James considered "summer afternoon" to be the two most beautiful words in the English language. When the sun shines in Devon, as it did periodically this weekend, I'm inclined to agree.

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