( "Pizza By The Pond" is closed until May 1st)
Off They Go!
The sheep are rebelling! The grass wont grow when temperatures are below 40F and they are simply tired of eating hay, so over the hill they go in pursuit of greener pastures. They are just as tired as we are of this gloomy cold weather. Will spring ever get here? Maybe this IS spring this year. Maybe, just maybe.... once the cold weather stage finally plays itself out, we will automatically jump into summer? Maybe not.
I think we all secretly want to be like real sheep. We all want the freedom to be able to say , "the heck with it! I have had enough!" as we throw our inhibitions aside and charge off in a new direction hoping for the best...eating whatever we find in our path.
That's how real sheep solve their problems.
If that were to actually happen, who would the shepherd be? Who would be the one running behind us yelling expletives at our defiance, wildly waving his arms in angry frustration, loudly yelling threats as he protests our impulsive act? Would his angry rhetoric escalate, or would his behavior eventually yield to gentle, persuasive murmurs? Would he indulge us as we wander for a while, allowing us to eat our fill of the sparse morsels of the fresh sweet grass before he attempts to entice us to follow his direction?
Or would he simply say "the heck with it!" and call in the border collies?