Maybe I should get up.
Hunt a bird.
Chase a butterfly.
Morgan went out yesterday evening to move the horses from the field across the road to the upper pasture. Barefoot. Down the gravel driveway and into the field. Barefoot.
Horses are coming!
She was planning on this whole thing being so easy that she didn’t even put her boots on, so all she brought was a can of feed, no lead rope.
Shortcake was briefly tempted.
Then she went back to the grass outside the gates. And left Morgan begging.
She needed help. And probably her boots. A lead rope probably wouldn’t hurt either. Because, turns out, they liked the grass on this side of the road, too.
Then she went back to the house.
For a lead rope.
But still no boots. Because she’s still a teenager.
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But only from the few branches that survived …
- July 27, 2015 - Bull, Chill-axin’
Will write about the cows tomorrow. I think the bull is feeling happy!
- July 23, 2015 - A Small Tomato Thrill
I’ve been waiting! Finally! Tomatoes from my own garden are ripe! (These are cherry yellow tomatoes.)
- July 22, 2015 - Happiness
Milking the cow, collecting eggs, working the goats, moving the cows, fixing supper. A man working on my farm with me. Who loves me and wants to do it, and wants to be with me, and who I love.
I’ll take that and call it perfect because I’ve never been this comfortably happy.
- July 21, 2015 - Stormlight
Fog coming down in the hills after (another) storm.
- July 20, 2015 - Butterfly
The butterflies have been all over the flowers at the front porch. This morning, I noticed one of my cats trying to hunt them! Seriously. I think that idea had to have come from the birds….