Happy 90th!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:

The cake was scrumptious!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Last Saturday morning, it was too cold to horseback ride but I wanted to give Luke a chance to walk on something besides the hard packed ice and snow in the paddock. So lead line in hand, I took my horse for a stroll behind the barn and out on the paths that wind through the woods.
I had a different blog post in mind for today–an attempt at a soft horror story. But the piece needs more work, so instead, I have photos I took at the Anoka Halloween Parade. As usual, my skill at photographing moving targets while dodging people who step in front of me leaves much to be…
Brrr! It’s a down comfort day A lazy, nappy, cuddle weather day Ignore the black, gray, and white hairy splatter A paisley patterned duvet would serve better Perhaps no pets in bed rule is called for But that would chill me and make me lonely to the core Nahhhh… Body heat is more important than…
As Java ran towards the horses, I told her to sit and stay. Look at that obedient dog… Should have snapped a photo 5 seconds later when she went running through the fence and chased them. But I’ll leave you with this angelic impression.
I was introduced to sixteen-year-old Minnie Marks on the blog called A Mermaid in the Attic. I was so blown away I had to throw together a post to share the discovery. Oh to be 16 with so much talent and… I’m searching for the right word without being patronizing. I would say from her outfit she has…
Last Saturday night, I dreamed that I had a baby — a beautiful baby boy, much like the one I had in real life nearly thirty years ago. But there were these people, there must have been five or six faceless beings, shadowed in dark hoods. They snatched my baby out of my arms and threw me out the door.
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Great job on the poop scoop!
Happy Birthday to your Aunt Fran!
Poop, poop, poop – good job!
Caring Bridge sounds like an awesome idea. But, it sounds like your friend D is going through hell – I’m sending my thoughts.