Awakening

Last Spring we planted a couple hundred daylillies. Around the house. In a big sunny spot away from the house. Nothing formal. Just large areas of easy-to- care-for color. The bulbs are "waking up". Wonderful!! Today will be 50 and sunny. Think I'll get the rake and begin clearing off the garden beds. At least ones in the warm sunny spots!

Dogs and Their Work

All dogs need work. Sullivan's work is to guard and protect. Booker was born  last April. In this photo Boo is 8 hours old. Sully stayed outside that night. Unusual for him. This is why. I knew the birthing time was close. Sullivan knew it was now. Just a dog. Doing his work. What a gift.

Moon Walk

We all headed out for a walk tonight. Corgs. Cats. Even the Horses came out to the back pasture. I've been in a funk these past days. The "experts" call it depression. I prefer the word melancholy. There is a feeling inside that does not "depress". It saddens and hurts. And just sits inside of me. Making itself at home. I do not welcome this visitor. But she insists.

The Corgs insist on rolling in dirt. And other things. They insist on running around--chasing each other and barking. They insist on herding the cats. And twitching their noses toward the wind. The Horses insist on apples that "must" be in my pockets. And pulling the cap off my head. The Cats insist they can climb to the very top of our 150 year old oaks without falling. And they show me their skills.

I insist on nothing. Except the moon being "up there". My unwelcome visitor and I walk in the shadows of moon light. In step.

More Winter

Nothing stops the Corgis. They can be out in zero temps for hours. Running. Chasing. Rolling. Barking. They love zooming up and down our deep (empty) pond. Down and up. Up and down. Around and around. And around some more. No skateboards needed. They have their own little wheels. This pic was taken during  a moment of rest. Mine.

Tired of Winter

I lived in Minnesota for (far too many) years. The winters were long. Very cold. And (far too) windy. Taking care of the horses was a pain. Water would freeze. Hay was so heavy. My hands would become ice. Hooves covered with ice and snow gave the horses an xtra 3 inches. Which can be very hard to walk around in. And cleaning that frozen mess off was near impossible at times.

Winter is easier here--in the Ozarks. For horses. And we humans who live with them. Still--all of us are tired of the cold and snow. And looking over the fence--to the other pasture. The grass is under there somewhere. We're tired of winter.