There wasn’t any sunshine today, but there were plenty of birds.
Harry and I were both busy all day. The horses self exercised as usual, with a burst of a bit too much excitement midday. I was alerted by the earth shaking as they galloped up to the paddock to roughhouse. The good news is that all shoes are still on, and Fred is finally coming to shoe tomorrow.
Once they had their fun, the horses all looked innocent and sedate.
Bart is dirty, but still handsome…
And speaking of handsome, on my way out to the barn, Roscoe met me on the path. He is gorgeous, even with a cobweb on his ear.
In the barn, Tom Morris had some trouble figuring out how to come down the ladder. Going up was easy!
Out in the woods, now, the Japanese bush honeysuckle, a dreadful invasive species in Missouri, is the only green plant, making it very evident. My goal is to eliminate it from our twenty acres, but that might be too great a task. Our friend, John McPheeters, who passed away earlier this year, was fanatical about fighting honeysuckle, and I think of him with every sprout I pull out of the ground, and every shrub I cut down. As you can see, I have quite a project ahead…
But tonight, I was domestic and actually baked some banana bread, forced by a preponderance of ripe bananas. Nettie was hoping it was a batch of dog treats.
Stay safe, stay well.
What do I bring you for Christmas if you can bake your own banana bread?
Haha, Janis! There is no comparison between what I made and your exquisite delicacy.
Please tell me what you’re feeding the horses since no one will give me ritalin and I want some energy.
Ha! They hardly get anything to eat but grass and grass hay. I do think they are younger than we are…