I am hopeless at time management, allocating my time improperly and unrealistically. Hence, the blog has fallen off a bit. Speaking of time, this post will be a longish one…
Harry has recovered rapidly over the past couple of weeks, and has been discharged from Physical Therapy. No more visits from Devan, who pushed Harry to independence remarkably quickly.
I have found some time for bird pictures, of course…
The cats are all well, despite a bitter cold spell that we have just endured. The temperature on Sunday dropped almost 50 degrees, with howling winds and threats of tornadoes. Cats stayed in the warm tack room during two bitter nights. Spring weather returns today.
On Sunday, I had to relent and bring the horses into the barn. It was uncommonly awful weather, and the boys were very grateful. The winds were so wild that the shed didn’t provide much shelter from the rain. Bart and Oisin rolled to dry off immediately, Stone was only interested in munching hay.
Back outside in the morning, Stone was still interested in hay, even as he secured the award for filthiest horse in Missouri.
There hasn’t been much excitement in the past two weeks, with the exception of a frightening episode when Jane’s Polly wandered off. Polly is deaf and mostly blind, and quite confused. Luckily, as I searched westward, Jane went east and found her. The demented senior had made her way to the gravel road, and some kind neighbors recognized her and helped Jane corral her to bring her home. Now, Polly is on a leash when outside until a pen project is completed (by early April, they say).
Meanwhile, our dogs are OK… Eddy is quite obsessed by coyotes. There are many around, as we can hear them at night singing in the woods. Eddy loves it when they come into the pastures.
Spring flowers have arrived, but the cold snap has done some damage, I fear. Looked like Jane’s magnolia had started to bloom and was badly frozen. Here, the daffodils took quite a hit. It will be interesting to see if they rebound. The forsythia blooms at the edge of the woods seem to have survived.
Marilyn rode through on Trigger, with Roy, before the weather turned bitter. I had a camera handy.
I have not ridden since the troubles started on September 15 – six months now – perhaps my longest hiatus in 60 years. I did climb on Oisin in December, just to feel a horse under me. The possibility of riding again is beginning to kindle a spark within…
We had an unexpected Saint Patrick’s Day visit from Joe, laden, as always with goodies. Harry and I had forgotten to wear green, but Joe made up for us!
We have had some beautiful skies during my two weeks absence from blogging…
Be safe, be well, be resolute, and kind. Find solace in this spectacular world, and be grateful. Hope for a miracle, hope for peace. Slava Ukraini! Peace, please, everywhere. Stay strong…
Galloping Through 
Leave a comment