This morning, when I was about to get up, leave the tent and go for a morning poo, Clare – who had just gotten up – yelled at me from outside:
“Your pants!”
What is she talking about? , I wondered and looked in her direction. She added something along the lines of: “Your pants are gone…” and then I saw what she was pointing at.
High up in the sky – I saw a big blue ‘butterfly’ – that had gotten swept up by the wind and was flying over our garden, away from the house. Or, in other words, my work pants, that had been hanging out to dry/ air after a sweaty and dusty work session in our stables, yesterday ( see Clare’s post Caccca mountains and showering outside for more info ) were making their way through the sky, playing a game of hide and seek with me.
As nature was really calling, the gopher was almost out of the hole, I decided to go for a poo first ( something we do in our garden, at the moment, and includes carrying a canvas bag with toilet paper, wet wipes and a trowel ) and find my pants on the way back home.
I had an idea of where they might be hiding, although it was hard to guess how far they would have flown. I had literally only seen them for a couple of seconds, before they disappeared out of sight.
A little later, after my number two in nature, I made my way along the part of our land where I thought my work pants might have landed.
I didn’t find them on the ground/ in the grass...
...nor in the forest below.
They also weren’t hiding in the bramble bushes ( which, honestly, was a bit of a relief ).
I decided to climb the hill a bit, where a couple of dozen of our olive (trees) are growing, in order to get a better oversight. And then I started smiling...
My pants had decided to take a break and hang out in one of our many olive trees. Or perhaps they thought that I couldn’t find them there. It wasn’t the best camouflage though, blue among all the green and not high enough to be out of my reach.
So, after all, it seems like I don't have to work pantsless among our premises.
