It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
“Whatever can happen to a garden can happen to soul and psyche — too much water, too little water, bugs, heat, storm, flood, invitation, miracles, dying back, coming back, boon, healing.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D This will be my last post here for awhile, except to notify you if I have something appearing on…
Luke and Murphy were hiding behind the barn but came out and looked at me rather accusingly. Like “Hey! Do you not see the icicles forming on me?!”
I did not go willingly into a past me reflection. It was my failing iPhone 6s Plus that forced it upon me. As I flicked through old photos, they reminded me of all the things I’d done. It wasn’t long before I was wondering where that Maery had gone. I’m simply not the woman I see…
Not sure what I’ll be facing tomorrow as the freezing rain is supposed to start in earnest this evening and continue off and on for the next few days. I’m hoping it’s not so bad that I can’t let the horses out. I don’t have enough wood shavings to spread out and give them footing…
The girls are a playful as always. Really, no blood was shed. It kind of looks like Latte ran up and smooched Java on the lips and ran away. Blech! Poor Java! The following photos are actually from last July. Notice how much greener it was. Java has a nice wrestling move going. Sometimes there…
I haven’t been following the news lately. I stopped my newspaper subscription because the paper always seemed to go in the recycling bucket unread. I don’t watch TV news because the only thing I watch is a few programs that I record and view while I’m exercising. And I rarely listen to the radio so…
