Which isn't to say we don't have olives, Russian olives, that is. They're not people-palatable, but our horses, goats, and songbirds are crazy about them.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Harvest in the Big Horn Basin usually refers to alfalfa, barley, corn, sugar beets, or pinto beans. Sunflowers, oats, and spring wheat are not unheard of but are less common. Our continental climate, tough winters, clay soils, and relatively short growing season preclude more decadent produce grown in more forgiving climes.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Tonight I opened the last gate of the last pipe of the last irrigation set of the last field of this year's haying season.
Many miles have been driven and walked to get to the gates, including back and forth from the headgates to the pipes. Even more miles were slogged through the flooded fields to check water distribution. Countless gates have been opened, checked, readjusted, cleared of moss and crawdads, replaced, reset, closed, and opened again--often under mosquito barrage. My "new" irrigation boots are bandaged with duct tape and leaking badly.
Nevertheless, I will miss making it rain in the desert. Sustaining countless species of wildlife while nourishing trees and livestock is a pretty cool gig.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
We had autumn in summer, and now we're having summer (as in 90 degrees F) in autumn. I just hope that when December, January, and February roll around, I'll be able to report that we're having spring in winter!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Even if you're an arachnophobe, you've got to be impressed with this feat of mechanical, chemical, and electrical engineering. The web is tied into a 3,500 volt electric fence. I can only assume that it's designed for concurrent catching and cooking!
Monday, September 22, 2014
It's hard to take a friend selfie when your friend's face won't fit into the frame. My arm wasn't long enough.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
If I have two cutely crazy cats, does that make me a crazy cat lady?
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Countless blossoms froze to a crisp last week, but much to the delight of the bees and myself, many are still blooming in this week's heat.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Brego, a Thoroughbred-Warmblood gelding, presides over Maria Lisa Eastman's herd of equine learning and therapy horses (www.rainhorse.org). He stands an imposing 18 hands high.
He's got a big personality too. Every inch of that horse exudes self-confidence. With his two-legged pals, Brego is extroverted, gentle, and engaging, but he's haughty and domineering with other horses.
Brego and I have little in common. I'm not in any way impressive or grand, and I'm far from self-assured! But Brego wants to be by my side, shadowing me like some towering Secret Service agent, rebuffing other horses who want to greet me.
I'm not yet sure why Brego "chooses" me or seems protective of me, but I do know that I feel greatly honored!
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
He's tall, dark, and handsome, with a movie star face and an athlete's build.
He's at once the strong, silent type and the gallant, take-charge, dragon-slaying hero, but he shows nothing but kindness and solicitude towards women and children, especially those who need him.
Envision, if possible, a suave combination of George Clooney, Sam Houston, John Wayne, Abraham Lincoln, and Joe Cool. Now, picture that guy as a horse. That's him! That's Brego. (Stay tuned to future posts to learn more about this amazing dude.)
"The Lord your God is with you. He is a hero who saves you." --Zephaniah 3:17 GWT
This Indian summer day was so bright and glorious that all the outside jobs, the mowing and painting and livestock chores, seemed like so many fun and games. If only I could do laundry and dishes and cleaning outdoors!
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Overnight, rain-snow and heavy frost had turned summer's botanic beauty into a bent and slimy and blackened mess. When we were surveying the unsightly garden casualties the next morning, Hubby pointed out an exquisitely fashioned ice-painting on the pickup hood. I was reminded that I always have a choice: focus on and fret about the ugly, or look upon and be grateful for the beautiful.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
If the weatherman is right, these and many other of my petaled friends may soon be frozen under frost or snow--perhaps even tomorrow--so I took some photos today of their bright little faces. Here on this page they can bloom forever!
Monday, September 8, 2014
I had a volunteer product inspector in the freshly-cut hayfield this morning: Samson. According to Sampson, the Alfalfa Palatability Rating is A-1.
Samson has obviously grown into his name, wouldn't you say? We estimate his weight at 650 pounds.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
I love to hike anytime, anywhere, but now--when summer still has center stage but autumn waits in the wings, peeking out from behind the curtain--hiking is positively sublime.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Although the goaties' pen is nearly a quarter of an acre in size, the heat makes them laze in the shade instead of run and play. Ergo, my little ladies have grown in circumference. Even Blueberry, who used to be quite svelte, has pudged up.
The evenings haven't been as sweltering as previous, so the Round Ones are taken on fitness walks a few times a week, in which they participate with great enthusiasm. The only glitch: they snack nearly the entire time!