Category: Birds, Plants, Nature

  • Hiatus – September 24

    Back now, from a pause in the process, as a week expecting some recovery from two weeks of horse showing, turned into a full schedule of chaos, about which I will not bother to blog.

    Here at Bronze Fox Farm we have finally had some rain! The place has been parched for weeks, and almost immediately the pastures have begun to green up. I do not expect a beautiful Autumn, though. Many trees in the woods have dried up and dropped leaves to survive until Spring. The oak mites, unfortunately, are undeterred by drought. I have managed to get another case of them from spending a little time in the woods.

    The anticipated upcoming event of a showing of Harry’s artwork will be opening on October 10. Apparently, invitations as not exclusive, so here is the announcement…

    McCaughen & Burr Fine Arts
    117 W Lockwood Ave, St. Louis 63119.
    314-961-7786
    Established 1840

    is pleased to present a retrospective of works for sale by renowned St. Louis artist Harry Weber  
    October 10th, 2025 5-8 pm
    Artist’s Talk 6:00 
    Exhibition will feature 48 bronze works spanning Weber’s career, with subject matter including historical figures and scenes, athletes, sporting, and more. Featured will be the complete set of ten artist proof bronze maquettes completed for the St. Louis Cardinals Hall of Fame.   The exhibition will also include drawings beginning with early works from Weber’s time serving in Vietnam up to today.   ­
    Daniel Boone – Bronze – 20″ x 20″ x 16″
    This is the maquette that won a national competition for the larger-than-life size bronze statue of the pioneer for the City of St. Charles, MO installed on the city’s historic Main Street in 2006. 
    HARRY WEBER
    Harry Weber was born in St. Louis, MO in 1942. He earned a degree in English from Princeton University and served six years in the United States Navy, including a year tour of commanding River Patrol Boats in Vietnam where he was awarded the Bronze Star with V for valor and the Presidential Unit Commendation. As a sculptor, Weber has an international reputation. His body of work includes over 150 large, commissioned sculptures in public view in twenty-seven states, the Bahamas, China, and Africa. These include historical figures, notables in the arts, politics, and sports in thirty-one different cities across the country. Two of his sculptural groupings have been named National Lewis and Clark sites by the National Park Service. He was selected in a national competition to sculpt a statue of Dred and Harriet Scott, which now stands in front of the Old Courthouse where the infamous decision was handed down. His sculptures of famous sports figures are prominent features at fifteen different professional and amateur stadiums, including Busch Stadium in St. Louis, MO, Kauffman Stadium in Kansas City, Choctaw Stadium (Texas Rangers) in Arlington, TX and the TD Garden in Boston, MA. In 2023, he was awarded a Star on The St. Louis Walk of Fame which honors St. Louisans who have made significant contributions to the culture of the United States. He has also been inducted into the St. Louis Sports Hall of Fame and the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame.

    We attended a talk in Washington, Missouri on Saturday with the newly formed Rivertown Arts Council. Dan Burkhardt gave a very interesting and entertaining presentation, and there were many local artists in attendance. Our spirits were uplifted.

    Of course, my spirits also soared when I received my pictures from the professional horse show photographer. Particularly since Brianna, one of the photographers with HLJ Images from Kansas City, rode with Kris as a child, and Jane and I met her through Kris as a young rider. She had a fabulous jumper, and though she is too busy now with work to ride, she is one of the nicest people I have met through horses. And a brilliant photographer… Here are a few, much better than a blurry picture off a video, from the St. Louis National Charity Horse Show 2025!

    The birds are migrating, and I had a chance, before they departed, to see male and female tanagers and get some pictures. Beauty and drama in the bird world on the back porch!

    At least the five cats are not interested in birds. If the barn cats come near the back porch, we do chase them back to the barn, but we rarely see feathers anywhere, indicating trouble. There was a Cooper’s hawk around for a few days, and I saw it get a finch, but that is the natural circle of life. Domesticated cats are not part of that!

    We had a beautiful visitor on the porch a couple of days ago. I took pictures, thinking it was a corn snake, perhaps. I didn’t have the telephoto lens on the camera, so I leaned in close. The poor snake was rather stressed by our efforts to direct it away from the kitchen door. While we were doing that, Eddy came into the house, and very nearly stepped on the snake, but didn’t notice it. Well, then I looked into my iNaturalist app to identify the snake and learned that it was an Eastern Copperhead! Yikes! I did not realize they are so beautiful. I knew they were one of Missouri’s “venomous” snakes. And I did notice the plain brown head and its triangular shape, but I was entranced by it’s beauty. Luckily, this individual was not at all aggressive, and he went happily on his way after our photo session!

    Many, many years ago, when we first moved to this country, I decided to make a zoo in the orchard behind the house. I had a turtle, and a toad and a skink in boxes, and I was very excited to find a snake, which I picked up with a stick and threw into a box to add to the collection. I proudly showed the “zoo” to the Priory boys playing soccer on the field by the orchard (we lived on the grounds of the Priory boys’ school). One of the boys informed my father that I had a poisonous copperhead snake in my zoo. I was very sad indeed when my father killed the snake, and that ended my zoological career. Looking back, I wonder if that “copperhead” was more likely a brown roughsnake. People are very afraid of brown snakes, presuming they are copperheads. This one definitely was a copperhead – and it wasn’t a brown snake at all. I put several pictures into the iNaturalist app and there was no question. We didn’t have that option in the early 1960s!

    In other things of beauty, on this incredible planet, in the middle of the North American continent…

    Every day there is natural beauty to distract us from the news, which is a great blessing.

    Be safe, be well, be grateful, be kind. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • 101 Years Ago – August 31

    101 years ago, my father, James Brian Barry (known as Brian, or Dad, to seven of us) was born in Yorkshire. He only lived to celebrate 86 years, but he has not been forgotten. This year, fifteen years after his death, I have had several people express to me what an impact Dad’s teaching (Physics, mostly) had on their lives. He was a gifted, though untrained, teacher and we seven children were very lucky to have such a father. Harry considered Brian one of his best friends, and some people said I married a man very like my father. But really, there was no-one quite like him. Harry and I raised a glass to his memory today, and counted our blessings for having lived a life with him.

    So, on we go, carrying memories that remain vivid and consolatory, and funny. Such luck!

    Speaking of luck, today, as so often happens, we had both good and bad luck. I had a confirmed Monarch butterfly sighting (good luck). And Eddy had a skunk encounter in a culvert (bad luck!!). I was doing some fence repair, and heard a commotion in the culvert. I did not have a skunk view, but I certainly got a scent!! The house is now very stinky, although Eddy himself has been deskunked.

    Jane and Derry are in fine form, helping to inspire Bart toward fitness for next week.

    The horses are always good photo subjects, as are birds and flowers and cats.

    Onward to September!

    Stay safe, stay well, stay grateful. Be curious and kind. Laugh often, in spite of everything. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Too Busy – August 29

    We have had pleasant weather here, but we are desperate for rain, and there is no hope in the forecast. The grass has stopped growing, which is just as well, since the mower is out of commission, and the wrong part arrived, so we face a third week without a mower. As problems go, this is a small one. It also means the horses are not getting fatter on abundant grass, which is a benefit. Monday was so cool, Oisin went out without a fly sheet! He is very sensitive to bugs, having a condition known as “sweet itch”. There is nothing sweet about itching!

    Speaking of itching, Harry had a terrible case of oak mites this week. I had a minor case, which was my own fault for working in the woods. Poor Harry got attacked just walking to the ring, under the oak trees. Pictures do not do justice to those vile pests. The misery they cause is immense, but they are very difficult to see. Similar to chiggers, but a more fiery itch, and mites can be seen – with reading glasses and a flashlight!

    Dust on the car’s back window affords an opportunity to distract Harry from scratching himself…

    Bart was quite tired after his horse showing last weekend, and Oisin, too, thought a nap seemed a good idea.

    I happened to see a deer in the pasture after breakfast – three deer, as it happened. One buck had quite impressive antlers, and an enviable jump!

    I passed my online Safe Sport qualification, which is necessary for rated shows, and I have reserved a stall for next week and the week after at the Pre Charity Show and the St. Louis National Charity Horse Show. I’m excited and quite nervous already. Jane helped me school Bart through a gymnastic on Wednesday. Unfortunately, she was going to swat a horse fly on Bart’s butt, and she tripped over a jump pole and fell on the dusty ring. Luckily, she was not hurt, but her phone camera got covered in dust, so the videos were hard to see, and the picture I took from the video is not very good…

    On Tuesday, I visited Laura and her bassets, after retrieving my watch from the repair shop. I cannot survive without a wrist watch. Using the phone to tell time just does not work for me. I treasure the Swiss Army watch that I wear, given to me by Jane on my 50th birthday.

    I heard a commotion in the barn as I was getting into my car to leave on Tuesday, and discovered Trigger was visiting. I locked him into the paddock and took him home later in the day, where I found he had broken the chain that held the gate.

    Bart escaped after riding only once this week, when I let my guard down. The grass is definitely greener on this side of the fence!

    Yesterday, the horses (and Roscoe and Rosie) got vaccinations, so Bart is up to date on Flu / Rhino for showing. It is really happening. Our friends, Mary and John, were planning to come for a visit, but Mary woke up with a cold, and didn’t want to make us sick. We were sorry to miss them – they live in Florida – but that did afford time for more projects. It has been a very busy month, and I continue to fall further behind. The window washers were coming today, and I needed to clear trees and bushes out of the way.

    The house and studio are bare – sculptures have been moving to the McCaughen & Burr Fine Arts gallery in Webster Grove in preparation for Harry’s show in October. Meanwhile, Fine Art Gallery in Chesterfield has officially closed, marking the end of an era in Harry’s artistic career.

    And, as always, I have a few pictures around the place, taken when the camera is to hand.

    Stay safe, stay well, stay busy, stay curious. Be grateful and kind. Treasure friends, and this beautiful world. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Old Lady Horseshowing – August 24

    Sadly, the “Old Ladies” triumvirate is temporarily reduced to only this old lady (and I ain’t much of a lady!). Despite reservations, and missing my pals on horseback, Jane and Susan, I returned to the show ring with Bart yesterday. Jane was on hand to assist, provide encouragement, and take pictures. I did only one very low class (called Intermediate Jumper), but it was a blast. Even Bart enjoyed it, I think, given his apparent enthusiasm.

    I have been riding with an eye to possibly showing at the September rated shows, constantly looking for signs – should I finish on last year’s good note, or continue into my senescence? Well, on Thursday I had a call from Kris (renowned trainer), and he was unexpectedly going to be in town for the Happenstance Horse Show. That was a sign!

    Kris stopped by here on Friday and gave me a little bit of a school – Bart and I jumped our first jumps of the year. He has not forgotten anything. I felt rusty, but any day riding with Kris is fun, and he thought it would be a good idea to jump around one small course on Saturday (or more, if needed).

    My ONLY goal was to jump the correct number of strides between the jumps. That meant going with pace, not our easiest task. Kris did his best to arrest my lifetime bad habit of pulling on the reins, and we galloped around double clear. Bart was fantastic, and jumped from some extravagant distances, but the mission was a success! On to the “real” shows. Now I must complete my Safe Sport training.

    Harry and Weedy came to watch and cheer us on. Everyone at the horse shows is always pleased to see them. Jane was a huge help, and she enabled me to bring Eddy, who loves horse shows. While we were tacking up, I left Eddy in the truck, so I turned the key to open the windows for him. Alas, I neglected to turn the key back off, so when we finished and loaded up, the truck battery was dead. That was a bit of bad luck, but I had jumper cables with me. Irene, in the office, notified Jaime, who arrived quickly to the rescue, with a thing called a “jump starter”. No cables needed! The bad luck turned to a good lesson, and a future Jump Starter in our kit.

    This morning, it was positively chilly – quite delightful. Jane and I had a fun ride, and Bart told Derry all about how good he was yesterday. She was unimpressed. Jane and I were delighted to get two Monarch butterfly views on our ride. No pictures, unfortunately.

    Poor Harry did not go riding this morning, because he was attacked by oak mites (aka oak itch mites) and had a terrible ordeal last night with removal and treatment of the evil, almost invisible creatures. They are the bane of late summer in Missouri. Since they do drop from the trees, Harry doesn’t fancy riding through the woods, at least not until the itching from this unfortunate episode subsides. No oak mite pictures were taken. They are too tiny!

    In the studio, thankfully, there are no oak mites (or ticks, or tomato hornworms). The Jackie Joyner Kersee maquette departed Friday morning for Kansas City, where the enlargement will be created. It is nice to have another big project underway. Meanwhile, preparations are being made for a comprehensive art show in October of Harry’s work at a St. Louis gallery. Details will be provided later. The organizers were here on Thursday. We are very gratified by their enthusiasm, and they are entertaining and fun people.

    Art is all very well and good, but amphibians are a sign of a healthy ecosystem, as I often mention. We have seen fewer toads than last year, which makes me sad, but we have some lovely frogs now that the stream is up and running. They serenade loudly at night.

    Avians we do have in good numbers, though they are molting, and the migratory birds will soon be traveling south. I never tire of taking pictures of feathered creatures.

    Before the weather cooled on Thursday, I brought Bart in from a ride with lots of lather under his saddle pad. I decided to look into the properties of lather. It turns out that horses have a protein called latherin in their sweat (humans do not). Latherin allows the sweat to evaporate more efficiently, making hot horses more comfortable. I am not a huge fan of technology, but it does enable me to learn new things, even in my old age. The good news is that lather is actually a good sign in hot weather.

    The dogs had their nails trimmed this past week, and Eddy posed for a picture with Halloween (in AUGUST??) decorations. Why do I not trim their nails, you might ask? Because I quicked Weedy a few years ago, and so have lost permission to perform dangerous procedures.

    The hot, humid weather has magically transformed to pleasant, autumnal breezes and clear, bright blue skies. The best time of year is at hand!

    Stay safe, stay well, be kind and grateful. Stay curious, and enjoy every day. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Active August – August 6

    July 31st brought a much anticipated break in the heat and humidity, along with Fred, who worked his usual magic on the horses’ feet. He also always provides laughter and news of the wider horse world, which is fun.

    With fresh shoes, we all took advantage of cooler weather to enjoy some pleasant August riding (a fairly rare treat in Missouri)… This activity makes our already busy days even more full, but no complaints about that, except I haven’t found time to blog.

    Bart got hind shoes, just in case he decides to show in September. The other horses are making do with front shoes only.

    Bart is getting legged up and staying flexible by scratching itches. Every evening, he and Oisin share scratches, though poor Oisin wears a fly sheet for his sweet itch (an actual allergic medical condition), so his scratches from Bart are not as effective. The poor fly sheet is beginning to look like it’s been through a war. Meanwhile, Bart is also perfecting his escape tactics and runs off every other day as I am untacking.

    Harry has been hard at work this summer, and was delighted to travel to downtown St. Louis when Vlad called to say the Vietnam Memorial for Jefferson County was ready for patina. Here are some pictures.

    Harry is plagued by bugs, much more than I am, but the pleasant, cooler weather made outdoor relaxation possible. Alas, warmer weather has returned today, but it is August, after all…

    The cats are not bothered by much.

    The pleasant weather also brought this year’s first confirmed sighting of a Monarch butterfly. I only had a camera phone, so no good picture, but it IS a Monarch…

    Other sightings recently…

    The second clutch of bluebirds successfully fledged! The world now has four more bluebirds of happiness, which we certainly need these days.

    And that is all from here for now…

    Be safe, be well, be grateful. Treasure this magical planet and its creatures. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Hot Summer Day – July 28

    Another blistering, humid day, but every day carries us toward Autumn and cooler, crisper days. For now, we are hanging on to a forecast of cooler weather Thursday.

    Bart must get fit, hot or not, if there is even a thought of horse showing in September. Ironically, the prize list for the St. Louis National Charity Show came out today. Bart and I traipsed around for an hour in the heat. He was uninspired, but felt great after a rest day yesterday. We saw a turtle on the trail, which reversed us, rather than risk stepping on it. Always a good day when we see a perfect turtle!

    Speaking of reptiles, I saw a skink on the porch. Eddy chases lizards, so I haven’t seen many this year.

    Eddy is wild, even in the hottest of weather. Weedy is much more sensible.

    Just like his dog, Harry is wise and handsome.

    A tufted titmouse cooled off on this hot afternoon. A blue jay was caught in flight before he landed and cooled off by panting.

    Flowers and butterflies are thriving in the heat, though we are already needing some rain again.

    A thunderhead teased us with possible rain, but moved on.

    Be safe, be well, be kind. Drink plenty of water. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Another Week, Another Goodbye – July 26

    The summer days melt into one another. We have had an uncommonly humid July, even by Missouri standards. When we moved here in the 1960s, the British consulate was paid tropical wages for the summer. We grew up without air conditioning, but we were surrounded by trees, which offered welcome shade, and as children, we were fed salt tablets, since we were not acclimated to such heat.

    Now, I work in the heat and sweat profusely, salting my food freely to compensate. I really have developed hyperhydrosis (excessive sweating), in old age, which is far preferable to anhydrosis (failure to sweat), a terrifying condition that can occur in horses, and in humans.

    So much for today’s health lesson, onward, which is to say, backward to the beginning of this busy week.

    Erosion control took up considerable time and energy after a much appreciated heavy rain. It is hard work for an old lady, shoveling limestone screenings. Harlan works in all weather, and always takes time for a visit when I am around.

    The cats keep advising me to take it easy in this weather, so I did take a break to get some cat pictures.

    You know who is working harder than I am this week? Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird. They have brought 4 more bluebirds of happiness into the world and are feeding them plenty of bugs. It is hard work. Just look at poor, bedraggled Mrs. Bluebird!

    A fellow art teacher, Mary Beth, from Harry’s time at MICDS in 2004/2005 came for a visit. She brought a lovely pot of basil she had grown from seed and we had a delightful time with her. Some people grow bitter with misfortune. Mary Beth has had some difficult troubles (brain cancer being a big one) but she is optimistic and kind. We and the animals enjoyed the day.

    I had lunch this week with our friend Jane McClaren, who lives in St. Louis. Her partner, Barry, took some incredible pictures of hawks in their back yard. I think they are broad winged hawks. Jane was concerned for them in the heat, but when she took water out, they flew away. They appear to be a pair with a juvenile.

    Wednesday evening, I saw Eddy with a Labrador. I assumed it was Roy, but it was not. He was an older and very hot dog, with two collars on, but no tags. We put him in the pen with water to keep him safe while we tried to find his owner. Without success around here, we resorted to calling the Warren County sheriff . Deputy Justin Wade came by and took a picture. At 9:00 PM, there was a knock on the front door, and the owners of Ruger, who, it turns out is 14 years old, arrived to pick him up. They had also thought to call the sheriff! Ruger had wandered off at 1 PM, so he had been gone for over four hours when he showed up here. A happy reunion and a good night’s sleep…

    The rain and the heat have produced a bumper crop of chanterelles. Nathan came out and I helped him harvest two bags. Alas, I got a terrible case of oak mites! I thought they arrived in August, so this was a nasty surprise.

    Less horrifying is the beauty around us, and seeing much of it from Bart, as we get legged up, just in case…

    Yesterday, we drove to Columbia to attend a memorial for Deb Booker, a legendary horsewoman in Missouri. Her daughter, Sarah, is a fixture at horse shows all over the nation as a judge and announcer. We have known Sarah since she was a child. Now she is a grandmother of Deb’s great grandson, Tate, whose first birthday was recently celebrated by Mrs. Booker before she left us.

    Known as Mrs. Booker to many of us, as Deb or just Booker to friends, she taught at Stephens College and at William Woods. My first encounter with her was in 1975, when she provided me a horse to ride for my U.S. Pony Club A Test. I failed, but I was grateful and in awe of Mrs. Booker from then on. I didn’t know her well, but I aspired to work as hard as she did and to be as tough and kind as she was.

    There is a saying that “if you want to have a big funeral, die young”. Mrs. Booker proved that wrong. She lived and worked for 88 years and a big crowd turned up to say goodbye. Linda and Ted drove all the way from Michigan. There was a sharing of memories, in which the microphone was passed to many and various people whose lives were shaped in one way or another by Mrs. Booker. She was a horsewoman, a mother to three, a collector of rocks (!) and insulators (!!). She was interested in history, politically active and she was an irreplaceable, one of a kind character. She truly “lived until she died”.

    Mrs. Booker had asked that in lieu of flowers people should register to vote and vote for their choice. Many memories shared were concerned with horses, but one woman stood up and said that Mrs. Booker taught her to be a Democrat. There were laughs and tears, and it was a special day and a good send off indeed.

    Be safe, be well, cherish friends. Slava Ukraini! Peace.

  • Heat and Humidity – July 19

    Rain is setting the stage for Extreme Heat, at least the Weather Channel App tells us that there is a Warning until Thursday. Here, the rain pushed me into the house, where my muse (Harry) has banished me to my desk. It is difficult to catch up during this hectic, hot summer, but here are a few items from the past two weeks.

    The stream renovation is finally finished and the water is flowing again after a seven month hiatus. There is still plenty of work to be done with landscaping and rock tweaking, but those chores are low on the list. Eddy is delighted to be able to cool off and drink on these long, hot days.

    The birds, too, appreciate the babbling brook. Here are a few recent visitors to the back porch.

    The cats, as desert creatures, are not interested in the stream and are fairly tolerant of heat, but this Missouri humidity is hard on all of us.

    The horses are well, though Stone did pull a shoe this week. Fred came to the rescue after doing a very difficult and sad task for a neighbor, whose pony was killed by lightning during the night. He is a gifted shoer, but more importantly, a good friend.

    Flowers are abundant at this time of year.

    We had a visit from Harry’s good friend Nisi Sturgis, with whom he acted in Night of The Iguana. Her son, Owen, is growing up quickly, as children seem to do. He is a talented artist already, at 11.

    Nisi is in St. Louis for a production of Romeo and Zooliet, with the St. Louis Shakespeare Company. It is an incredible show performed outdoors at the St. Louis Zoo with huge puppets operated by the talented actors (in very hot and humid conditions, I might add).

    The big news is that we got a new (used) car this week! Harry took the 2015 Outback to the dealer for an oil change, and there was so much wrong with it, that he traded it in on a 2022 Outback. In one of those weird, small world coincidences, the salesman, Christopher (who had actually also sold us the 2017 Outback, which is still going strong), mentioned that he had recognized Harry from the MLB All Star Game in 2009. Harry was part of the show, sculpting a Stan Musial maquette, and Christopher helped him move some sculptures. He even produced photos from that day in 2009!! Life is full of astonishing synchronicities.

    And so, on we go, hoping for a better world and grateful for the beauty here, even in the heat of July…

    Be safe, be well, be grateful. Stay strong, stay hydrated, and be kind. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Some Days… July 5

    Some days just do not go according to plan. Maybe that should be most days, around here lately, anyway.

    This morning, I optimistically dressed to ride, brought the horses in, and then noticed the pasture fence had broken. Yikes! Luckily, the horses had not escaped. Good thing the stream renovation equipment had helped catch the broken fence.

    Plan B went into effect. I would not have chosen a day this hot for fence repair, had I another option, but at least the only plan for today had been riding and relaxing, which could be postponed. First thing I had to do was drive the Kawasaki Mule across the creek to dump some weeds. On the way I came across a magnificent black snake. I think this was my second encounter with this beautiful individual. I stopped for pictures.

    Once I was taking pictures, I also saw some photo worthy fungus. It’s too dry for them now, but they patiently await rain.

    I set to work, dismantling the fence boards, replacing two posts, and reconstructing the fence. Sounds easy enough, but it was brutally hot and took all day. Harry was a huge help, though I was loath to make him work in the heat. We both survived, marriage intact, and despite a lack of fence boards, we were able to make do with old boards and bits and pieces. Our order of 50 fence boards, made in November, is still on the books at the sawmill, but they are running behind, like everyone is, so we have used up all our good, long boards. The good news is that both posts extracted on the first pull, which is incredible good luck!

    Bart was delighted at the turn of events, of course.

    The cats rest through the hot days.

    Hot, buggy weather is normal for Missouri in July. The horses are out at night, getting plenty of exercise with their tails.

    The birds continue to eat voraciously. Today, at lunchtime, Squirrel Nutkin paid a visit. I do love the squirrels, but we rarely see them with Eddy about the place. I am grateful that Eddy’s presence has reduced deer consumption of lilies and hostas. We still see plenty of deer around, but they have learned Eddy’s boundary line.

    Eddy is unperturbed by the continuing fireworks, but poor Weedy is very stressed and keeping to his bed.

    And that was our holiday Saturday.

    Be safe, be well. Stay cool and stay strong. Slava Ukraini! Peace…

  • Summer Has Arrived – July 4

    Picking up the blog after another long absence… When I last posted, it was still Spring, the days were lengthening toward the equinox, and now, suddenly, it’s summer and the days are shortening.

    Life is hectic, with much more to do than time and energy allow. We have had a very full social schedule, too, and, as Satchel Paige said “the social ramble ain’t restful”. Today, Independence Day, is our first day without obligations of one sort or another. It is welcome calm, but we are discouraged by the political disgrace that has brought shame upon the United States.

    I began regular blogging to inform people of Harry’s recovery from a broken femur in February 2020. When the Covid pandemic arrived, the blog brought pleasure to people confined in houses, as I posted pictures of our little patch of country with its variety of creatures. It was a simpler time. We have fallen into “interesting times”, which is indeed a curse. Nonetheless, the beauty of the world around us does remain.

    As I write this, there is a constant barrage of explosions as our neighbors celebrate by ruining the peace and quiet that we cherish.

    So, let’s go back a couple of weeks. There was rain, and lots of lush, green grass. Fred came to replace the horses’ shoes, and we had a wonderful day, as Fred brings laughter and gossip along with his anvil and forge. Harry had visitors in the studio, and they came over to the barn, fascinated to see a real farrier at work.

    The long, cool, Spring spoiled us, and when the heat and humidity arrived, we all wilted along with the plants, but there is still plenty of beauty around. Particularly butterflies and birds…

    The dogs and cats bring us joy, of course, regardless of the news. They truly live in the moment. Eddy spills over with joy every day, while Weedy is more reserved, but brimming with sweetness for all.

    The big project for this year is renovation of the stream. The work was supposed to start in February, but did not actually begin until last week! I was greatly relieved, because the catbirds had fledged, so there was less disturbance of the creatures. Once the stream is back in action, there will be many happy animals, but it is a big job and will continue into next week. Here are some pictures… clearing for the project was done by the author.

    We went to Pike County for Holly’s birthday party this week. Pike County is one of my favorite places, maybe because I was young and at the height of my abilities when we lived there. But it is still really country, and very beautiful, populated with some of our favorite people.

    Yesterday, we had a visit, delivering some beautiful pine bedding, from Laura, Dorothy and Thrus.

    And so it goes…

    Be safe, be well, be kind. Laugh, stay strong, and learn the truth. Treasure friends and the natural world in all its wonders. Slava Ukraini! Peace. God save America…