THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: MACRO MONDAY WITH ED

Monday, November 9, 2009

MACRO MONDAY WITH ED

The premature blooming of a Christmas Cactus.

To see more macro shots: http://sundaystills.wordpress.com

8 comments:

Laughing Orca Ranch said...: So pretty and exotic looking. Nice pics!

~Lisa; November 9, 2009 at 12:34 PM
Ed said...: Very nice, my mom has a christmas cactus..:-); November 9, 2009 at 2:26 PM
colleen said...: They are one of my favorite plants...I just wish I could keep them alive.; November 9, 2009 at 3:44 PM
Holly said...: beautiful! Love the shimmery high lights; November 9, 2009 at 3:53 PM
colleen said...: Thanks for visiting Lori, and bringing to my attention that my other blog was on the fritz a bit. Fixed it. I'm working up to a change.; November 9, 2009 at 5:06 PM
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said...: It's just amazingly beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Have a great week!!! :o); November 9, 2009 at 8:07 PM
Anonymous said...: lori these are beautiful; November 10, 2009 at 2:09 AM
Far Side of Fifty said...: They must be in a Christmas mood already! beautiful color.. I also really enjoyed all your barn photos..what a collection! :); November 10, 2009 at 5:15 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

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Monday, November 9, 2009

MACRO MONDAY WITH ED

8 comments: