THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Sun, Rain, Snow, Wind, Sun, Drumming, Chicken, Freezin' blah blah blah

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Sun, Rain, Snow, Wind, Sun, Drumming, Chicken, Freezin' blah blah blah

We are heading for the 20s tonight....

Night all.

(check out Moon's new bed in the post below)

5 comments:

Nancy J said...: I saw Moon's bed, but what about her cover, does it have gussets for her front legs?? Tailor made for sure. How many seasons in one day?? Keep snug and warm, greetings from Jean, we have rain here too.; April 20, 2013 at 8:31 PM
Karen said...: Wonderful photos, Lori. That chicken looks scrumptious.; April 20, 2013 at 10:28 PM
Oak Creek Ranch said...: Sounds like you had crazy weather!; April 21, 2013 at 12:03 AM
Mary said...: I laughed when i saw your post title! They say variety is the spice of life after all. Wonderful photos! :); April 21, 2013 at 11:19 AM
Two French Bulldogs said...: Mother Nature is nutty
Benny & Lily; April 21, 2013 at 5:05 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.....

Followers

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Sun, Rain, Snow, Wind, Sun, Drumming, Chicken, Freezin' blah blah blah

5 comments: