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It's Supposed To Be A Holiday...

Jake's free horse, Johnny, is thrivingl.  Johnny's hooves have been trimmed and he did very well.  Have found out the lineage is Thoroughbred and Paint.  Although a stallion, Johnny demonstrates no bad characterisics. 

They are blending into a wonderful team.

My walls are empty, my paintings are displayed in the shop.  Bev oohs and ahhs, and calls it art.  I call it canvas and paint.  The afternoon was spent putting pieces of shelving units together and creating display areas out of the pieces that fit nothing.  Progress is being made...thanks to Bev.  We hope to open for a sale the week of City Wide Yard Sale.  As we thin generations of accumulated STUFF, we will work toward making the shop what Toni has planned...we really don't know what that will be yet.

Although there is no school today, Andrew has foot ball practice so I am up early to wake the men in time to go.  They had their first game this past week...and won.  I was unable to go...working and it was a two hour drive.  According to Andrew, and he assures me the coaches said it first, if he had not intercepted, we would have lost the game.

The weather has taken a turn here.  The leaves are falling, either from drought or because it's time.  I had windows open, the first time in a very long time and I was looking for an afghan!!!  It is nice to be cool instead of too hot.

The horses and cows are grazing contently.  Although we have been dry, we have had enough moisture to maintain the pastures.  Many farmers have had no second cutting of hay this year...and we are lucky for the first.  Some states have no grass at all with livestock starving.

I have no idea what's on my plate for today.  Whatever it is, I hope I do it well and with an open heart.

Dawn...

I am in a funky mood today so I probably should not post at all.  We'll see what falls out...

It is eleven and I have done nothing constructive.  Andrew still sleeps and the sound of the tractor echoes through the valley.  Hubby has a project going or multiple projects, who knows.  I am almost afraid to look.  He was not born into farming so sometimes his projects are strange.

I smell smoke so he is burning some gathered brush.  He also came through, stating the spring is lower, which we all knew, but to him, it is a reason to panic.  He is disappointed that I do not join him in his panic.  It's dry, water levels change.  This is something he is not accustomed to since he always had a faucet and never carried water from the source.

Bev has insisted, we have a wall of my paintings at the shop.  She wants "a wall of colors" to greet people as they enter.  Although I am not happy with my paintings, the act of removing them from my wall was impossible.  Bev insists she needs the color and I don't have to sell them.  Maybe, the hesitation comes from baring your soul to the world, risking criticism and rejection.  I shall try to remove them again today.

Marcy, as usual, was up before the dawn.  Her truck was filled with garden produce and the beans, finally having no dew, were picked this morning...while I did nothing.  As I sit, I am sure she is preparing many things to feed us this winter...and I continue to sit.  I am ashamed.

I sit, and read.  I sit and type.  The outside world does not call me today, which means I should make my self go outside and reconnect with the land and renew myself.

Perhaps I will try again to remove the pieces of me that Bev calls art...and present them to the world.

The Hands That Rock Our World...

A picture taken by accident is my inspiration.  This is my oldest sister's hand, while working in the garden.  First a child, then a teacher and now retired.  She is our teacher, our matriarch and our treasure.  Marcy's hands hold the camera.

It is these hands that preserve our food,

and shell the peas.

These hands spoil my grandchildren,

encourage them to explore,

and make them smile.

These hands hold a dragonfly

until its wings dry from the rain.

They nurture us,

and every creature here...

Marcy's hands.

Announcing and Being A Winner!!!

 Here I am choosing the winner for my great giveaway and I get a package in the mail!!!  I won something from one of my fellow bloggers.

I am the lucky winner of  "Perception", a newly published book by D. Jean Quarles.  She also threw in some extras...a handmade book marker, a lovely butterfly sculpture and the wrapping itself was a treat!  A wonderful author and a wonderful blog.  Stop by and say hi.  Hey, I'm a winner!!

Now, the name I draw may not be so lucky.  I am gonna gather a few things up from At The Farm...maybe a flint chip, maybe a cow chip...kidding.

I had 30 entries...amazing!!!  I am very glad many of you helped celebrate my milestone of over three hundred fantastic followers.  I don't know how to do the number generator thingy nor do I have a trick dog to pick a number out, tried it with Ki and she tried to eat them all!  Sooooo, I put them all together, closed my eyes, and picked one.

Drum roll, please....the winner is Jules at Trying To Get Over The Rainbow!!!  Congratulations, Jules....watch out for the package!!!  Who knows what will lurk within....I'm a winner, you're a winner, too!

For Your Enjoyment

breakfast!

Thursday's Things In A Row

Pat's Thursday's Things In A Row
is lots of fun, ya know.

It takes all week to collect the shots

even longer, if the weather's hot.

Important office paper to use,

I'd rather run out of row one,

than row two!

A row of birds, sitting high

Not four and twenty

but enough for a pie.

The animals line up just for me.

What is a row?

More than three.

Visit Pat and all her friends

On Thursdays the rows never end.