I woke up today feeling much older than yesterday, with a pulled muscle in my back (not to mention my shoulder being wrenched, too). Thanks, Bart! I spent some time on the back massage and heat device that I bought at a horse show last year. So, technically, I guess I should thank Bart for that, too.
It was cold but sunny here. The birdbath was frozen, but Melissa sent me a picture of Kirksville, Missouri this morning, so we can’t complain. It’s a beautiful picture, but it’s the second half of April, already! Where are the Spring flowers?
The goldfinches were particularly pretty today, despite their frozen water…
Perfectly disguised
Harry worked in the studio while I cleaned stalls, then Harry walked over to the barn. That was quite a milestone – he hasn’t been in the barn since early February!
Big news here – we have a gardener!! Rebecca is at loose ends, with Annie Gunn’s being closed. She is an excellent gardener, and we are so lucky! I really needed help, but Rebecca also arrived with wonderful, fresh eggs for us, and for Marianne and Jane. Also, in true Rebecca style, other treats, including a beautiful, unusual violet plant, and some tiny daffodils for a vase in the house. Not to mention her good humor and hard work. The front garden is already looking better than it ever has, and she is just getting started…
Roscoe enjoyed Rebecca’s company, and he spent all day with her. Not that he worked very hard…
Jane came over for eggs, and we decided not to ride, to give my back a chance to recover. The horses looked very happy grazing and self exercising.
Weedy had a couple of adventures, then spent plenty of time stretched out on the bed. Following Weedy’s example, Harry rested and iced his knee, which is now causing more trouble than the broken femur.
And before you know it, another day is finished. The cool weather has slowed down the grass and kept the blooming trees looking beautiful. I enjoy the redbuds so much, since they are native and glorious here. The one in front of the house, though, came from my father. He brought it out from his garden 16 years ago. It was only a few inches tall, descendant of a redbud I knew in my childhood, and now that little twig is a real tree, covered in bloom and memories.
Fun fact – you can eat redbud blossoms. Just today Laura sent me a recipe!
Stay safe and well. Rest and heal.
A good time and place for resting and healing. Love my window into spring at your house. It reminds me of my little house in Fulton, a happy house surrounded by flowers and shrubs and trees—yes redbuds, it’s hard to move those guys, well done!—and birdsongs.
It was so good to see Harry walking yesterday. My sister asked if I could see his sexy knees, I hope they feel better today. As much as I like working for myself, I really enjoyed cleaning out your beds and learning to drive a mule. But you may have to start it for me until I get the hang of it. It’s raining and all your plants will get a good watering today. Tell Roscoe I’ll pet him after the CV is over.
What kind of recipe is with the redbud blossoms, some kind of jelly? Redbud cake?
Texted recipe.
Sprinkle the Redbud blossoms on your salad… or you can incorporate into fritters or muffins …bread I think too.
Use violets in lemonade… beautiful too…
I’m just shaking my head, your pains, both of yours, very likely could be taken care of with systemic care. Love you! Love the Finches! Follow Weedy’s wisdom, rest is good. ❤️
I knew you would be shaking your head, Jane! And I thought, if only I had listened to Jane… glad you love us, anyway ❤️