Wednesday, June 20, 2018

"Today's episode of this blog...

...has been brought to you by the letter S."

As in Squirrel:

And Strawberries:

And Sunset:

Today was hot again, as evidenced by the prostrate squirrel; I broke down and set the AC at 80° so it didn't get any hotter than that IN the house. But by mid-afternoon, a cool coast breeze was blowing and I was able to shut off the AC and open the windows. Revived from my own torpor, I rode my horse and then headed to the garden. Things are looking good; five of my six tomatoes have green fruit, there is an eggplant and some pepper flowers, the basil is big enough consider picking. I pulled some weeds and then picked strawberries. As I finished up, I noticed stunning clouds in all directions.

We had a chance of thunderstorms today, but so far, no luck. We could use a good soaking – and I love a good thunder and lightning show! Unfortunately, we rarely get those here. Oh well, one can't have everything! 😉

That's it for this episode from . . .

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

It's only June...

It's hot. I've been been as still as possible the last few hours, trying not to break a sweat IN the house with the fan running. We only get a handful of nights – at most – every summer when it doesn't cool off at night; to get one this early is worrisome. It's not even officially summer yet!

Before I chose inertia, I got the last fleece of 2018 harvested. Bernadette was rooed – mostly. The fleece on her neck and shoulders was pretty tight, so I scissor-sheared her there. What a luscious, dark chocolate fleece! Between the glistening lanolin and the camera trying to let in more light, the close-up shot doesn't show it; the full-body "after" shot does. She looks extra-fuzzy because I combed her after she threw herself on the ground and rolled around in the leaves and debris. 😖

I'm feeling Oreo's absence keenly; she's left a hole that I don't see filling easily or quickly. Thank-you for your comments and condolences; it does help to be able to share. All of us who choose to share our lives with animals know this pain; they just don't live long enough....

That's it for now from . . .

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Coming in for a soft landing

It's been a rough weekend on the heart. Saturday morning Oreo was much worse, which didn't make sense until I learned that Rick had given her some steroid with the sub-cu fluids on Friday. Once that wore off, there was little left in her but breath. Rick finally ended her suffering today (a rotten job, especially on Fathers Day), right after I learned that Sara had lost her little lamb on Friday. When I looked up and saw a hole in the clouds, all I could think of were the holes in our hearts....

I did manage to get Bridget sheared this morning. No 'before' photo, as I didn't take off her coat until I had sheared off her trashy neck fleece. I was expecting her to be difficult (she's loud, pushy, and spoiled from being a short-term bottle baby) but she was actually very good – and easy to shear.

There was no time to harvest the last waiting fleece (Bernadette's) before I needed to get my horse ready for a dressage lesson – but my student didn't show up. 😒 Then Rick and Brian wanted me to go with them to try out a little fishing boat they had borrowed, and I didn't feel I could say "no" with it being Fathers Day and all.

It was a beautiful day to be on Henry Hagg Lake (said a LOT of people), but the boat itself was a little nerve-racking. I managed to knit a few rounds but mostly just hung on – and took a few photos.

Rick wasn't entirely comfortable with the boat, either, but Brian loved it!

The sun was setting on as we neared home, and the sky put on an amazing show. Reveling in such beauty crowded out all other trauma for awhile; it really was a balm to the soul.

That's it for now from Gilead . . .

Friday, June 15, 2018

Before I fall into bed...

Against my gloomy expectations, Oreo is still with us. Our plucky little barn cat, as thin and weak as she is from not eating and dealing with probable renal failure, still responds to attention. Today Rick started sub-cu fluids and oral antibiotics, and I'm praying those will turn her around rather than adding torture to her final days. She wants out to drink from the hose (even though she has the same well water in a dish in the tack room), and last night she shocked me by finding enough strength to jump up on the hay!

Today, our final cool and cloudy day for the foreseeable future, was going to be perfect for getting the last two sheep sheared. But Rick really wanted me to go with him to the American Association of Woodturners International Symposium and Trade Show in Portland, so my to-do list went undone. I saw lots of pretties and some strange works of "art;" Rick bought some new tools – and a watch for me!

Tonight's "fire in the sky," no enhancements needed:

That's it for now from . . .