Tuesday Stuff

 

One thing that keeps hitting me in the last few days is that none of us can really beat Nature. 

She always bats last no matter what our little opinions are. 

So as animals we can squabble amongst ourselves but ultimately, we’re not in control. 

So maybe let’s just be a little kinder?

                      -Meyla Bianco

I've always liked what Meyla has to say, clear back to the days of when she was one of my high school English students. 

A great mind, she has, and she often nails it. 

The above quote came as a response from a Facebook discussion which I followed for a while yesterday afternoon. 

Seems the discussion no longer appears this morning for whatever reason.    

Anyway, I think Meyla has an always timely and important message for beginning the day. 

A combination of fog, a full moon drifting over the western mountains and a crisp fall-like feeling in the air made for a lovely time for leading horses to pasture earlier this morning.

My horse-walking time is changing a bit each day as the amount of daylight diminishes. 

Sometimes it's dark enough when Lefty and I (usually first horse down the lane) make it to the gate that the sensor light attached to a shed post flashes on. 

The first time that happened a few days ago, Lefty got the beejeebers, but now he takes the sudden light in his stride. 

Yesterday both Lefty and Lily had another situation sending them both into overdrive before I took them to pasture. 

During the night CB had, on two occasions, pulled plastic bags between boards into a stall located next to where I discard them after emptying shavings into a trough.  

He then deposited them in the barnyard. I noticed the white, crumpled bags on my walk toward the barn. 

By the time, I had grabbed a lead rope for Lefty, CB had picked up one of the bags and had begun prancing proudly around the barnyard.

That scene in semi darkness set the other two horses off.  

For a while the barnyard served as a muddy race track with two horses galloping full speed ahead, stopping briefly to issue a snort into the air and then resuming their race----all as the other horse, which I have dubbed "the greatest showman" strutted his stuff. 

Needless to say, I walked some hot horses to their pasture yesterday morning. 

This morning's effort was rather calm, allowing me to take in all the ever-changing beauty of the dawn.

Yes, nature is taking full advantage of getting up to bat last at night and delivering on these mornings some amazing images of fall beauty.

Maybe we can spend more time appreciating what's around us in the beautiful outdoors than engaging in that squabbling. 

Happy Tuesday.    

 

I felt the need to take a picture of this garden tomato last night before slicing it for our hamburgers. 

The tomato crop this year has been banner, to say the least. 

I've picked dozens and dozens of the smaller variety and popped many of them into my mouth, just like candy. 

A prime slicer in the patch had finally ripened, so after the photo shoot, it was sliced and ready to add an extra juicy and tasty touch to our hamburgers. 

Yum! Yum!