Pony express
Paul knows, by threat of a cold shoulder that becomes positively glacial, that he is to drive very slowly if I’m on a young, or green, horse in the arena which lies adjacent to our long driveway.
Paul knows, by threat of a cold shoulder that becomes positively glacial, that he is to drive very slowly if I’m on a young, or green, horse in the arena which lies adjacent to our long driveway.
Paul and I purposely planted conifers of various colors and sizes around the sides of our ‘I-Hop’ years ago as it backs onto vast woodland with twin fields separated by a rather long driveway to the front.
I had fancied the idea of having our home look like it was emerging from the woods with a sort of ‘tree house’ charm to it.
What a gift it was to be delightfully surprised by the words of a child, especially when it’s far too easy to jump on the bandwagon of ‘these kids today…’
And it wasn’t as if he was being philosophical or waxing lyrical, but simply remarking from points of reference from his three and a half short years on the planet.
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I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy being told that someone loves your work, that it brightens their day?
Our local feed store pretty much carries anything one might need to keep a farm running: water troughs, lumber, an ever increasing selection of feed for your horse/cow/chicken/pig/goat, and hay as green as salad.
This is how old I am’, I thought, as I maneuvered my shopping cart around a display of flip flops, just missing an orderly line of patio umbrellas, ‘I remember when grocery stores only sold food.’
The ‘dog days’ of summer have arrived far too early this year as “a stubborn ridge of high pressure continues to build across the south”…and ‘any lingering precipitation will move east.”
Am I the only one wondering that, with these steady ‘leaks’ of UFO stories coming out before the official release of the Pentagon’s report in early June, that perhaps we’re being sort of prepared in case there’s something pretty substantial in that report?
I couldn’t help but smile when I had stopped at our local dollar store to grab a bag of cat litter on Mother’s Day.
A couple of preteen girls were choosing single, fabric roses encased in a plastic sheath, I assumed, for the moms in their lives.
You have to love the Brits.
Whereas on this side of the pond, it is not uncommon to list the cause of death for the elderly as ‘failure to thrive’ when filing out required certification, for anyone over 80 in England, declaring the cause of death to be “old age” will do, thank you very much. As it did for Prince Phillip.
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