Attitude

Some sayings live on and on.  Someone in my childhood, it may have been my grandmother, said to me, "The only difference between a good day and a bad day is your attitude."  It didn't change my attitude towards picking potatoes but I remembered it.  And I heard it again yesterday.  In my head, that is.  All a bit silly really as cows don't understand my mind talk.  

It wasn't a bad attitude day, I was full of the joys of summer as I took my walk.  And I had no intention of upsetting anyone or anything.  The other cows I disturbed while they were scoffing their feed either ignored me or shifted their position so I wouldn't get too close.  This beauty usually stands out in the crowd because of her colouring but yesterday she also took a different attitude.  While her mates ignored me, she flicked her ears, stood her ground and definitely gave me some attitude.  

Today didn't start out too well weather wise, overcast and gentle rain.  Should I have been able to predict that from the sunset last night?   A light wind has blown the dark clouds away, replacing them with the white fluffies, the sun is shining again. 

Every evening for nearly a week I've been drawn outside by the sunsets.  They aren't dramatic; to me they seem mellow and placid, Mother Nature smiling softly.

All these are taken just outside my house or a little along the track.  I must walk further, to get past that scraggy tree in future.