This, That and Having a Ball

We were braced for rain and wind this morning.  

So far, the rain has stayed behind, but it was a wild and woolly Wednesday when I went out to feed the horses.

As usual, when the wind whoops up, a plastic panel blew off the roof of my greenhouse.

Happily, however, the wind is a moderate form---wild, but not intense enough to blow limbs from trees or send trees tumbling. 

It actually felt good having the wind blow in my face as I walked around the hay field in my street shoes.

No dew on the grass, so no need to wear barn boots today. 

Trade-offs and not bad ones at that. 

We enjoyed a gorgeous day yesterday.  Most of mine was spent here at the place, planting a few more seeds and enjoying roadside visits with friends. 

Colleen stopped her usual jogging in the morning for a catch-up visit.  We hadn't talked for a couple of weeks, so it was nice to see her. 

Later, as I was walking out the driveway, I saw someone riding by on a bike.  Our eyes met, and we immediately recognized one another. 

Twas Suzanne Sawyer, our former 4-H director.  She lives in the neighborhood with her hubby, retired SHS chemistry and physics instructor Woody Aunan.  

Suzanne told me Woody, a talented musician is now building fiddles in his "man cave." 

During our visit, I asked Suzanne, who grew up on a farm in Minnesota, if she'd like to meet my horses.

Of course, it didn't take long for me to decide she also needed to see CB play with his ball. 

His afternoon show wasn't as dramatic as usual, but he performed enough to impress Suzanne.  

Even Lefty and Lily, after racing huge circles around the barnyard to escape the ball, dabbled in CB's ball game, almost mimicking soccer for a brief time. 

Roadside chats along our dirt road have become more of a norm than usual during this pandemic.  

They're safe, thanks to the abundance of space AND they allow us to revive some of our friendships, especially those in the neighborhood. 

One commonality:  the disturbing feeling of uncertainty about the future. 

After all, we have never encountered or experienced such a perspective in our lives.  No matter the situation, until this Pandemic we could always plan ahead, hoping for better times.

 It is difficult as we move forward, trying to stay strong and upbeat but constantly hoping for a return to envisioning something definitive beyond what we plan for each day.

I guess we are adjusting, however, and for now, that is what we must do. 

Not to be redundant, but the gorgeous scenes of spring---thanks to animals, flowers and the landscape---sure do help. 

And, they are truly abundant. 

Happy Wednesday. 

Had to include this photo from Facebook of our friend and Alaskan flight attendant Beth on a New York flight this week.

My new “normal”😷🤪
By the way..no lashes👁 hair care💇lipstick💄, nails💅 but who cares..masks, mask lots of things! Lol😜