Saturday – November 21, 2020 – Galloping Through

Poor Rosie had a bad night! Both Rosie and Roscoe like to be involved in whatever is going on, so when I did night check in the evening, and picked stalls, Rosie followed me into Stone’s stall. I wasn’t paying attention, and finished, closing the stall door. When I came into the barn this morning, Rosie was complaining loudly. It took me a few minutes to figure out where the piteous cries were coming from. I released her from her confinement, and I think both she and Stone were relieved.

*Please pay attention to the whereabouts of your cats!*

It was a dreary, damp November day. The horses were glad to have hay, now that the pastures are eaten down.

Marianne came to do barn work, bringing some sunshine with her ever present smile.

Tom Morris mugged for the camera.

There were birds, and I caught a few in flight, though they do not mug for the camera!

Jane and I were going to ride, but we got wet catching our horses, so we decided to skip it. I asked Jane if she thought I could get a fire going in the damp. Harry did not think the burn pile would burn in the spitting rain. Jane, however, is a fire expert, so I consulted her. She thought it was worth trying. And, so… I texted Jane that Harry was right, it was too wet.

But, then, the fire was not quite out, and it finally took off. Jane was right after all! Too bad, Harry, Jane retains the fire consultant crown.

Harry returned to work in the studio.

Once the fire burned low, I brought the very wet horses in for dinner and fed the cats. Roscoe was tired, having helped me monitor the fire and he was very glad to get into the house at end of day, as was I.

Finally, the stream was picturesque as I watched the fire burn… I thought of Aunt Celia, who was also my godmother, and a poet. Today would have been her 92nd birthday, according to my records. It turns out there was some confusion as to whether she was born on the 21st or the 22nd, and officially, it turned out, her birthday was November 22, which I learned when she died in 2013. So I will be celebrating her tomorrow, too.