Headlong into another week

After a drizzly start, it turned into a beautiful weekend. We had a busy day Sabbath, with services and fellowship meal, transporting some dear friends (she's 90, he turned 95 in April) to and from, stopping by home to change clothes and let Poppy romp, then going to a post-memorial gathering of a friend who died recently. The clouds on our way home that evening were arresting:

Sunday morning Brian headed to work and Rick and I unloaded, split and stacked close to a cord of oak. I was dragging by the end, so I sat in the sunshine supervising Poppy for a bit before taking care of some household tasks. After changing her splint again Friday night, I've started 'bagging' it when she's outside to keep it drier. Since the baggy isn't all that secure and not very durable, her outside play time is now more limited;  I  we can hardly WAIT until she's no longer limited in her activities!

Well, Chuckie might not be so eager for an unhampered pup....

Mt. Adams glowed in the late afternoon light:

Adjusting to the change to Daylight Savings Time seems easier this year (but I still want 'them' to STOP MESSING WITH THE CLOCKS). It gave me time last night to get Lance out for a ride down the road (Stella got turned out to exercise and play while we did firewood).

It's been awhile since I've enjoyed a beautiful sunset on horseback!

Poppy played hard yesterday after being cooped up much of Sabbath. I'll need to wear her out again this afternoon when I get home from work, before leaving for a meeting at Brian's school.

Every spring the senior class goes on a two-week senior class trip/mission trip to Costa Rica. The tickets were already purchased by the time coronavirus made its appearance; they are supposed to fly out the evening of the 17th. So far the trip is still a 'go,' but that could change any minute and contingency plans will be discussed. It's a crazy world we live in.

That's it for now from . . .