|Is it me, or does that baby seem too big to be nursing? Downtown Sisters.|
As is true to our nature, we have been using our off-time away from the paying jobs to prepare and re-organize for life spent indoors. You've heard me describe it before, as squirreling. But it's more than that. It's a shifting of ones' focus on living differently. It's about the fluffing of our nest, the cozy-ing of our home in anticipation of shorter days and longer nights. It's all about trying to make everyone in our little world, including ourselves, comfortable and harboring a feeling of being nurtured.
My hard working husband has spent countless hours cleaning the horse's barn. He washed the wood, swept away cobwebs, removed old bedding and cleaned and organized everything. And last night, for the first time this fall, our horses were lined up, all ready and waiting, to come inside for the night. We always chuckle that we don't decide when the time is right, they do. In the late spring, they just refuse one evening to come inside, they want to remain outdoors. And we just go with it. Thus begins our season of "not cleaning stalls". So last evening they came inside to freshly bedded stalls, fresh water and their hay. And something else, that they haven't had since late spring - a bit of grain with their vitamins. Eagle nickers at me, and then looks over the top of his wall at the grain barrel in the adjoining room. It's right there mom... and we oblige. I just smile and feel all warm inside knowing that this little measure of something special, gives them such joy. It really is the simple pleasures in life that bring us happiness.
|Reflections on the beautiful Metolius River, where we spent our last night on vacation|
Yesterday, hubby borrowed our neighbor's tractor and pushed up our manure pile, cleared some blackberries growing where they shouldn't be, and covered our little camper to protect it from the elements. We are always on the look-out for a great deal on a smaller tractor equipped with a bucket, but are so thankful for our wonderful neighbors who are willing to lend us theirs when we're in need. Where would we be without our neighbors? I'm so grateful to them for their generosity! I always have to get creative for new and hopefully, appreciated ways of thanking them.
We took a little ride around the neighboring fields on Ladde and Missy on Sunday. Missy, as usual, was a delight. Calm, sweet and willing to go wherever I pointed her. Ladde on the other hand, *sigh* was a bit of a pistol. I truly believe he thinks himself to be an Andalusian stallion, with his high-stepping leg action, beautifully arched neck and snorty way of breathing. Beautiful to behold, but not so much fun to ride! So...back home we headed, to the round pen, where Ladde's excess energy was put to use in a different manner. A little loping, lots of trotting and changing directions had him "chillin" in no time at all. Second time through the fields was a much more appreciated and down to earth horse. Ladde was back. Andalusian stallion was gone. :) We enjoyed the ride and took in the splendor of the lovely afternoon and the fall colors all around.
And as predicted, just about bedtime it began to rain. We're supposed to have rain throughout much of the next five days, but today is just cooler and overcast. The rain felt nice for a change. I sure hope some of the areas that are drought-stricken get some much needed rain soon.
So far October has been just lovely. I find myself anxious for that first frost, and the brisk days that welcome a sweater. Oh, and we did get our brush pile all burned up last weekend. Whoohoo!! I love getting things done, and feeling a sense of accomplishment at jobs well done.
Until next time,