We Luv Gardening Too

This Is Mrs Jones. I feel sorry for Mrs Jones as she has a lot to put up with. So to relax she loves to get In her garden. I hear

Mrs Jones

Farmer Jones say she is a natural and has green fingers ? Well I'm sorry but they look normal to me. Though our colour vision is not as well-developed as it is in humans...so who knows !  As I look side ways through our field gate...I must say here that we sheep have excellent peripheral vision and can see behind without turning our heads. However, we have poor depth perception. That means we cannot see immediately in front of our noses and some of our vertical vision may also have been sacrificed in order to have a wider field of vision. For example, it is doubtful that us sheep would be able to see something in a tree from close up, but I can see the front of the farmhouse...be it a little off center.
To get back to the point...there is another gate attached just to the left of the farmhouse. Apple trees stand just inside the gate with a worn grass path that leads around to the back of the farmhouse. And that is where Mrs Jones has a small vegetable plot she cul-ti-vates,( I broke that word up as you might find it hard to say so you might). Where is all this going I hear you say ? 
Well Hercules just luvs apples so he does. Ah, I can see your cogs working now. It just so happens, like, that Hercules is very clever at opening gates. He's not daft ! When he opens the gate, it gives us girls chance to squeeze through the gap at the corner of our field see, and through the gate he's just opened. He leans hard, so he does, on the trees and sometimes kicks them to make the apples fall. Oh, here he comes now...yes he's opened the gate...and begins to eat the fallen apples first.
With tools in our feet and mouth that were formally hidden under the hedge, some of us sheep make a quick dash to the vegetable plot. It's our turn to help poor Mrs Jones. The grass over here tastes nice too. Snowdrop said it tastes better on the other side where the grass is greener.
"I'm very glad to help out." Bleats Bronwyn. She gets to grips with pulling the long grass out with her teeth. Well she has to fill her 'four-chambered' stomach. Bet you didn't know that, but we sheep chew the cud.

Gwyneth, Bronwyn and Snowdrop

I gets to grips with a fork and trowel I brought over. I start to perspire a little under all this wool. "Boyo!" I exclaim,"This is hard work." But I continue on and get all the weeds out...shearing time will come soon. Time passes.
"So, where is everyone ?" baa's Bronwyn.
"I heard Mr Jones say he was off to inspect his cornfields this morning," replies myself "and Mrs Jones said she was off to the library to exchange her books and meet up with her sister for coffee and a chat in town."
"That will be at Cheswicks the coffee shop then I expect,"added Snowdrop, "Or I do believe you can get coffee from the library...and a snack of some sorts."
"There, I think we're done for the day." This is said by Grace, the smut-faced sheep.
I must say that Farmer Jones helps out Mrs Jones when he is not too busy, but not a lot and not often, NO.

A Rare Occasion...with  Farmer Jones helping

His way of relaxing is listening to classical music, watching the telly,(channel hopping...often) and generally just...lying around the place ! He works so hard, not !
Time to make our way back to the field. Hercules is still here...by the trees...resting. Don't worry...he can close the gates too! "Better get back." I mumble to Hercules," You don't want to miss out on your tea."
I hear Hercules close the gate and clip clop back to his field. We girls push through the small gap in our field...and soon...everything is back to...how it should be...so it is!