Thursday, September 18, 2014

Thirsty Thursday

My Blaisie-Lamb is a funny little thing. She demands fresh water with baaAAAs that belie her petite frame, and when I carry in the bucket, I have trouble getting past her to set it down.

Oreo is also funny about water. I keep a water dish filled for her, but when I'm filling sheep buckets, she rushes in to drink from them – or the overflow, as seen below – like she's dying of thirst.

We have to be diligent about checking the horses' water tanks; they are draining them faster than usual. And I am constantly watering vegetation somewhere on the place, trying to keep the garden growing and the shrubs and flowers alive. No doubt about it; it's been a dry summer!

This morning we awoke to showers. It ended before the earth's thirst was quenched, but it did settle the dust and firm up the arena footing, a blessing for Lance's reconditioning rides. It is supposed to warm up and dry out again for another week, and then real fall weather is predicted. Instead of continually dragging hoses I'll be wiping muddy paws; the garden will soon look bedraggled but the pastures will look like emeralds.

Speaking of jewels, I've been finding them hiding here and there lately. Topaz, anyone?

How about rubies?   ;-)

That's it for now from . . .

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Dealing with it

Life, that is.

Dahlias help.

So does a good (all things being relative) night's sleep . . . and a hot drink . . . and a boy who is trying a little harder today to cooperate . . . and especially parents who always have your back. (I'm much better today, Mom and Dad. Love you!)

That's it for today from . . .

Monday, September 15, 2014

Last day of summer?

I know, I know; the last day of summer is still officially a week off. But today might be the last time we see 90 degrees on the thermometer this year (good riddance, say I, in spite of my new sandals), and there is a brisk breeze blowing the wildfire smoke out of the Willamette Valley tonight. I noticed some hints of autumn around the place today as well:

I can hardly wait for another of our typical fall colors – GREEN!

That's it for summer today at . . .

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Dishpan hands

Our dishwasher died. It waited, of course, until it, the sink, and the table were all loaded with dirty dishes after Friday's usual cooking marathon followed by having company for two of yesterday's three meals. So this morning I found dishtowels that fit my guys' manly hands and put them to work drying, and got all the dishes washed. Then I dirtied some more making a four-loaf batch of bread and canning seven pints of tomatoes, and washed again. I also did three loads of laundry, watered as much of the garden as I could, and worked on one of the two newsletters that were due last week.

Don't worry; my day wasn't ALL work and no play. Before doing evening chores, my horse and I enjoyed the gathering dusk walking around the arena.

That's it for today from . . .