I could spend hours watching the lambs. I'm looking forward to the next few weeks when they all start to play together.
The oldest lamb - I do wonder if she will join in with the playing or will she think she is too old.
I wonder how many years it will take me to time planting so everything is flowering at the same time.
I'm off to New Plymouth next week for another naturopathy workshop. Brent will be home to look after everything. I bet Brent is pleased the garden mishap with the chickens happened on my watch not his.
The naturopath course has been pushing many buttons and I even wanted to throw in the towel. I'm sure everyone must feel like that when they are being stretched. The course load is huge and really intense, there is no spoon feeding so the old grey matter gets a hammering. (I am passing every assignment so I am doing well).
I really did not want to attend the workshop so much so that I actually did nearly quit and even told my tutor. She said "No way are you quitting". We are doing physical exams at this workshop talk about make one vulnerable.
Can you imagine being a wibbly wobbly 50 year old, who is possibly the oldest in a group of skinny young naturopath wannabes and having to stand in your underwear in front of them all and your tutors - male and females?.
Like would you feel comfortable doing this?
I am wearing yoga gear as I said no way was I going to be standing in my underwear. But I am still going to be way out of my comfort zone.
I am looking forward to next week being over. And totally dreading my stomach having to be palpated and listened to....
I have been posting photos most days to Instagram if you want to follow. here is the link https://instagram.com/leannemorris_naturopath/
I actually like instagram you get a lot more feedback with hearts (as likes) than you do blogging. I think I finally know what I am doing over there.