A salty tale
Let me tell you a story.
With a salty twist 🤭
* I’ve told this before
but if you’ve missed it,
here she is again 🙈
About a 4 years ago,
Sean was deep in the mountains,
up the valley, doing the glamorous work
of servicing portaloos (romance!)
As he’s winding his way home
through the middle of nowhere,
he spots what he believes to be CRYSTALS.
Just sitting there.
Glimmering on the roadside.
Naturally, he thinks:
“Pixie would lose her mind over these.”
* I love him so much!
So, like the thoughtful mountain man he is, he surveys the area
(very Indiana Jones), ⛰️
collects a few of these glistening gems, and stashes them lovingly in the truck.
That night, I spot them
sitting on the bench
and I am overcome ♥️🥲
I mean, who else has a husband
that plucks magical crystals
straight from the wilderness for them?!
So obviously, my first instinct…
Was to lick them.
(I don’t know why.
Don’t ask. It just felt right.)
Only… they’re not crystals.
They’re not magical.
They’re cow salt licks 🤣🕺
Yep. Salt licks.
Possibly dropped off the back
of a farm ute, or maybe Sean
“accidentally adopted”
four from the side of the road.
To this day, we’re not entirely sure.
But now, these dreamy,
deceptive chunks of bovine wellness
live in our bathroom and laundry 😂
slowly disolving 🙈
leaving crusty salt marks everywhere 🤣
because you never know
when you might need
a cheeky lick of salt.
PS: That big green rock?
Dug up from the land a few years ago. She’s a stunner 😊
deep green and heavy with mystery.
I’ll polish her up one day…
probably the same day
I stop licking farm supplies 😂🙋🏼♀️
