It got COLD last night, but by late morning it was a glorious day. I had a busy start, with many errands. At the bank, I heard a guy tell an upsetting story about a dog. I was transfixed – the guy was quite a storyteller, albeit not someone I would want to meet again. I probably wasted twenty minutes listening to him. He was a distasteful guy, but had the gift of gab.
Harry, meanwhile, had to go in to St. Louis for discussion about a sculpture installation, so he was gone for a while. When he returned, he brought the dogs over to the barn to collect me for lunch.
After errands and chores, a late afternoon ride. The horses were fresh and fun.
Jane and Derry cantering
Cora is thinking about going on a diet. Rosie is contemplating exercise.
Cora 
Rosie
The redbud on the south side of the house has shed all of its leaves. The goldfinch shares the feeder with pine siskins.
An abstraction of leaves 
As happens whenever either of us comes into the house, the dogs think it’s time for a treat. They are usually right, especially if it’s Harry coming through the door.
Town clothes changed, and back to work in the studio. A foot was reattached.
Well, tomorrow is election day. Roscoe cannot vote, but he is very political.
Stay safe, stay well, wear a mask, wash your hands, and vote.
Who would ever dream that in America, US of A, an election would be frightening with both parties bracing for disruption even anarchy upon the results? I’d prefer being a cat at Bronze Fox Farm!
Harry is so clever, to be able to reattach a foot.
It is a remarkable skill he has, Janis! Alas, he cannot reattach a horseshoe, I need Fred for that!
Cora looks very satisfied with her current weight. And Roscoe is a Rock Star.