A couple weeks ago my amazing friend Heather and I were patting each other on the back, tooting our mom horns about how much energy we had when it came to chasing our boys, and just being all around strong country girls..Now, she IS a beast, in so many ways, and I am usually just…
Month: September 2016
Pardon me, don’t let me interrupt your dinner…
I may call these pesky critters all sorts of synonyms for the word dumb followed by a couple unlady-like cuss words as I’m mourning my water irises that have been haplessly plucked out of the pond just for spite…Elk don’t even like the taste of most bulb flowers, in fact some blooms, like daffodils, are…
How’d she die?
Blonde, Girly, Goat Farmer in the Big City tries to take a cool touristy shot of the Flat Iron Building, mid busy NYC cross-walk, trips, twists her ankle, dodges an angry cabbie, and is lucky she lived to tell the tale and post the picture! Just got back from an interesting business trip to NYC…
Summer’s Last Rose
I plopped myself down on the porch swing this morning for a moment of quiet time, and as I was transfixed by the sunrise peeping up over the green barn, its shimmering rays radiating through the dew in the trees..this gorgeous Yellow show-off stood in my line of sight, saying, “But hey! Look at me,…
I may wake up in the morning tangled in tomato vines..
So for the last two years I’ve scooped a LOT of horse poop…and chicken poop…and rabbit poop…and more recently goat poop…I’ve also raked a crap ton of leaves..and not the romantic red maple and golden sycamore leaves of autumn…no, here in the Arizona mountains, our scrubby oak trees have it all backwards…They drop their pointy,…
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