Mr H lifts a 30-litre milk can like it’s a box of chocolates. And he has the patience of Job, perhaps like a good farmer must. He waits for weather, but acts before clouds roll in. He barks at the cows, but uses their names to good effect. He even may be waiting for me to figure out what I’m doing -- possibly even to learn more than 20 words of German-- but he is a measured and strategic coach. Today, he’s cleverly taken to pointing rather that repeating -- much less painful for all involved. Otherwise it tends to go like this:
Mr H: “The pails are on the other side.”
Me: “The other side, ok good. What’s a pail?”
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Hello Leslie
As happy as you look you will become soon a real sennerin and you will forget what is 4* or 5*
to do something is always better than to talk (write) about
Bravissimo
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