Sunday, March 18, 2018

Four photos

Things were not going well at home this morning, so I took myself for a walk. I headed down into the woods where Lance and I used to go, traveling the overgrown track on two feet instead of four for the first time. I also hiked off the (un)beaten path and sat on a boulder for while, and was treated with the company of a Spotted Towhee, two lovely little Bewick's Wrens, and a sparrow – Song or Fox, I think. A pair of vultures flew and perched in the middle distance.

The walk didn't fix anything, but it was good to #getoutside.

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Saturday, March 17, 2018

St. Patrick's Day

Blake, this morning:

During an afternoon walk with Gatsby's girl and our Aussies:

Between these shots, we went to church, stayed for potluck, watched it rain. Hope you had a good day, too!

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

He ain't heavy; he's my puppy

I was planning to get a lot more done this evening than I did, but someone needed me.

I did take a couple photos earlier today, though. It's definitely spring!

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018


Yesterday's sunrise:

This morning's flowers (biggify for raindrops):

After two warm, sunny days (Rick mowed the lawn and started the burn pile!),

today was a little cooler and rainy – a chance to wear my new Anvard Boot Toppers!

Alas, neither pair of boots with which I planned to wear them would zip up with the added bulk. Waaah! So if anyone has some loose boots (Romi's pattern shows them with cowboy boots) and would use these fraternal twin boot toppers (they really did feel cozy on my often chilly lower legs), they are available. I will mail them to the first person in the U.S. who speaks for them and provides an address. (I haven't washed and blocked them yet, so need to do that.)

In the meantime, I've switched back to spinning. A generous fairy godmother sent me a fibery care package recently, and I couldn't resist this:
It reminds me of Easter, and is a dream to spin.

Question of the day: How come the feral flowers at the front gate bloom better than the ones I've planted near the house?
Oh, and if you're wanting horse news, it's over on my other blog.

That's Tuesday for you at . . .