Do Not Give Me Scissors!

Poor Yoda has become a victim of my scissor frenzy.

Still being a farm dog, even with a bad haircut.

Have some trimming to do.

It is even harder to tell what kind of dog he is,

or even what color.

He doesn't care,

about color or style.

Yoda knows he is my little farm dog

and I love him.

I will be smoothing it with clippers,

so don't worry. 

Time To Break The Garden

You may not have heard of "breakin'" a garden but I believe we use that term because a breaking plow is first used.

Then the cultivator is used to turn old crops under and feed the ground for the next planting.

Back and forth, until the clods of earth are leveled.

This was the first plowing and the rain came just right to soak into the earth.  The horses have used it for a rolling dirt bath and we will have to plow one more time before we plant.

Every one was there to help.

Cussin' and Discussin'

First you have to make a plan.  Many important jobs are neglected in the planning stage and fail in their completion.  Here Hubby and Bev discuss the outcome they hope to achieve.

The pushing begins

...and continues.  These downed trees are left from the tornado and the ice damage of last year and year before last.  Takes a little while to catch up on this acerage.

Posts are cut, firewood is cut and the leftovers are burned.

Every day Bev gets more cleared, by hand.

We use every thing we can.

They Called For Rain

but the rain did not come until much later.  The wind was strong and made driving more of a chore than a pleasure.

The return trip was bitter sweet.

Dalton will not be able to visit again until summer.  We stopped to overlook Cotter and see the train bridge.

We viewed Norfork Lake.

We met Dalton's parents halfway, to ease the driving for both of us.  We did not want Dalton to go but such is life, the good with the bad, and we move on to count the days 'til summer and Dalton can be with us again.

Spring Sunrise

My Day

started pretty good.  The white lady jumped out in front of me and I did not have my camera ready.  If you enlarge this, you can see her buddy almost hidden in the leaves.

This was my morning drive.

No clear skies today.  Kinda fit my mood, after being off two days, I was not eager to return to work.

My ride home was just as cloudy but the timing was perfect for the fertilizer.

The clouds still lay on the horizon.

but the valley is turning green.

Valley Of Horses

Spring green is beginning to show.

The horses run free for a day.

And I do mean run!

And they run some more.

They have a large pasture but getting to run in the yard is a treat for them.  They come by to check out what I am doing.  I have no apples so they go back to grass.

Grazing in the valley where Native Americans use to camp.

I'm sure this is not the first time the valley has fed horses.

Driving For Dalton...

Spring Break, although shortened by the snow, still happened.  I drove to meet Dalton half way so he could spend a few days with Andrew.  Less than two hundred miles round trip, we crossed Norfork Lake and Dam with scenery along the way.

Andrew was in charge of the camera during the trip.  Be prepared, our trip through the eyes of a thirteen-year-old young man.