Christening the new float

So, yesterday I picked up the new float. Now, horse floats are used for transporting horses. About 50% of the time. They are also very useful for moving furniture, taking rubbish to the tip, and doing other runs that are part of every day living.

Everyone has their own idea about christening the new float.

Firstly, it gets a name "The Flummery". Then, I barely bring it home, and Pete insists on christening it by taking some kitchen cupboards up to the farm.

In the morning, at first light, I christen the float my way - I take Crownie to pony club for some cross country training. Crownie, of course, christens the float her own way.

Then I barely return from pony club, when Pete insists we use the float to pick up the trees we bought last weekend.

On the return trip, we decide to test the user experience. I jump in the float, and have a ride.

By the time we've had the float for 24 hours, it's well and truly christened.

And I haven't even mentioned the wombat. Oooops. I think I just did.

Mothers' Day

We celebrate Mothers' Day with a sleep in, presents for mum, and freshly baked croissants.

Well, it's a sleep in for me, but husband groans at the 7:40 start dictated by our little girl. On the days when I quietly get up and go horse riding, Sabina is quite capable of sleeping in till 8:30. 9:30 if you're really lucky.

While I am still lazing around in bed, Sabina brings me presents. Fist two drawings of a very happy mother. Then a notepad. She's very proud of her choice of notepad, but she's not sure if it will actually hit it off with mum. I can see that everything rides on my approval. Her happiness, her confidence, almost her entire existence. I marvel at the notepad, and repeatedly comment on how pretty it is, and how useful it will be.

The croissants for breaksfast - they are from Sabina's school. I organised them, I followed the instructions to thaw them last night, and I bake them this morning. I am still the mum. Even on Mothers' day. But it doesn't matter. Just eating these yummy croissants for breakfast together is fantastic.

Later we dash off to the local tree nursery and buy a golden elm, and a norwegian maple. The golden elm will go next to the sandpit to create a shady canopy. The norwegian maple will line the driveway.

Towards the end of the day we have an early dinner. The farrier is coming tomorrow, and I am staying the night at the farm, while Pete and Sabina are heading back to town by train. The train is running 15 minutes late. 20 minutes, by the time it hits town. My mother spends the better part of an hour waiting for them to arrive at their destination, so she can give them a lift home.

She's still a mum. Even on Mothers' day.