It was the wettest of days. It was the windiest of days. It was the warmest of days.
And, when the warmth and wind sent the billowy, dark clouds of rain off to the east, it was a day for walking around the fields where leafless, needleless trees form a starkly different backdrop from the brilliant golden displays of just a few weeks ago.
The wettest of the wet, wet days brought out horse blankets. I bought one Tuesday, but it still did not fit any of the different-sized horses. So, for the time being, Lefty is wearing Casey's blanket, which once belonged to our friend Alia's horse which lived straight down the road on Snowberry Lane. Both good horses, like Lefty.
Heather seems to like her bright, blue blanket, borrowed from Lefty for the time being.
It's good for Lily to wear her blanket, which came with her from Oklahoma, now that she stays in the barn at night. Lily's spotted hide has included a few green accents lately. Green splotches on a red-and-white spotted horse can be distracting.
We feel fortunate to still have some decent pasture in mid-November, especially considering the gold-plated hay we'll be feeding this winter.
Anyway, the abundant, overflowing rain clouds of the past week have passed on to leave deposits on the Midwest and the East.
We could actually see the full moon in a clear sky this morning, and now we're dealing with half-and-half: white clouds and blue sky, no wind but plenty of warmth.
That's quite okay with me and the horses.
Happy Thursday.
3 comments:
Please excuse me, Marianne, for distracting you from your delightful pastoral ruminations, but I'm writing to tell you how distressed I was this morning to read of the terrible acts of vandalism now plaguing Sandpoint.
What on earth is going on in your remote paradise? Who do you think is behind it? Are there "urban" gangs in your idyllic little town? Could the vandals be fatherless boys in need of a firm guiding hand? What can be done to reverse the tide?
Who are these people, that they would deface that which is clean and sound and beautiful? What do they want? What are they trying to say? What will the police do when they catch them?
Do you think it possible that the marauders have come from outside the area? I doubt it, myself.
Very sad.
Pam
Madison, Wisconsin
Unfortunately, we like every other, idyllic place, have not constructed a fence around our town to keep out the jerks and derelicts.
We have a few, and usually, it's just a few who leave their negative marks, both figuratively and literally.
The big fun for vandals out here in rural Heaven is to do drive-bys on the mailboxes, so much so that our next door neighbor carries his mailbox out every morning shortly before delivery and carries it back when the mail comes.
Sad but true, everywhere, I imagine.
The wind sure is blowing down here in Kootenai..lost one of my wind socks this morning, as I took the dog out..she sniffed the air and ran for the house after taking care of business....
trees must be slowing yours down..
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