Love Stories

A member of the Lovestead herd is gone.

Lily is beyond sad. 

She whinnied last night, and she was whinnying early this morning.  

When I went out to take her to pasture, she was still whinnying  while walking the barnyard and looking longingly every direction.

Maybe that next vehicle coming down the road will bring him back into the driveway.

Maybe he's still down in the pasture, and Mom forgot to lead him down the lane last night. 

Maybe . . . .

Who knows for sure Lily's specific thoughts, but it's very obvious she misses her beloved CB.

Happily, it's not a completely sad story, although there's no 'splaining that to heart-broken Lily. 

CB left in the horse trailer yesterday to spend some schooling time over at my sisters'.

When I saw him last night in the same stall where he first stayed after coming to his first quarters in Sandpoint as a weanling foal, CB seemed perfectly happy, 'cept maybe when Miss Maizie would reach over the stall wall and nip at him. 

With all those horses at Tibbs Arabians, I doubt he'll have time to miss his adopted mom, Lily, but over here, she's taking the separation pretty hard. 

It's always amazing to get a firsthand look into the genuine emotions of animals.  We often discount much of what's going on in their minds. 

Times like last night and this morning hearing the continual sad whinnies outside remind us that their hearts and souls are every bit as fragile as ours. 

With time, Lily will let it go that CB is gone, but for now, I feel heartbroken for her. And, when he returns, the emotions of pure equine will be supreme. 

I'll try to tell Lily she has happy times ahead.   

In other news here at the Lovestead, another lawm mowing is almost in the book.  

Just one patch remains to be cut this morning, and hopefully, the dry weather of August will keep the grass from growing too much and stretch the time between mowings. 

It's a dirty job from now on with late summer leaf drops from our deciduous trees.  Doesn't take much urging from slight breezes fro them to drop. 

Plus, with dryness comes dust, so I won't mind less time spent on the mower. 

While I finished up my mowing in the late afternoon and early evening, Bill and Annie headed to Upper Pack River with their fly rods. 

Annie reported catching and releasing her most fish ever during their outing (20-25).  

Twas a great night for Dad and daughter. 

Yesterday after dropping off some grain for CB at my sisters', I was driving south on our road when I spotted some peeps walking quite a ways down the road.

While approaching them, still from a distance, I could see a carriage so I thought it might be the couple from North Kootenai Road who often walk our road with their baby carriage. 

Even closer, I thought they had brought their dog with them. 

Suddenly, some recognition:  that dog and another which appeared were Border Collies. 

Twas Willie and Debbie, who had walked from their temporary home to our house----with the grandpuppies.

These days, Queen Brooke has some difficulties walking very far, so, now she can go with Mom and Dad and siblings IN STYLE and COMFORT. 

What a wonderful sight!  What a wonderful option for Brooke to not miss out on family activities. 

What love for their pups!

And, each other!

Nineteen years ago today, an old Ford tractor pulling a trailer filled with a wedding party rolled past Arby's Restaurant on Fifth Avenue in Sandpoint where the Marquee read Arby Melt Boy Marries Polar Swirl Girl. 

Well, let's just say that it's obvious their hearts still melt when they are together, as do those of all the rest of us in the family and the community who so love Willie and Debbie.  

Happy Anniversary, Young Loves.  

Guess that's enough love stories for one day. 

Happy Tuesday.