Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Green Lines Matter

Me, a few miles into our hike: This trail is a lot more strenuous--huff, puff--than my guidebook said it was. 

Hubby: The guy who wrote it--huff, puff--was probably 30 years old. 

Me, a few miles later: When we met that sweet young couple from Germany--huff, puff--back there, she said the trail was a nice up and down. Nothing steep. 

Hubby: They're only 30. They probably--huff, puff--hike the Alps every weekend. 

Me, a few miles later: We need to write a hiking book--huff, puff--for people who aren't 30 anymore. 

Hubby: Look how close together these-huff, puff--topography lines are on the map. Each little green line--huff, puff--means 500 feet in elevation. 

Me: Next time I pick a new trail--huff, puff--I'll pay more attention to the little green lines. 








Monday, August 29, 2016

Everlasting and Suspenseful

Today's little visitor had this to say about her trips to the farm:

"I love it. I also love the adventures and memories to have. They're everlasting and suspenseful 'til the next time."




"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million." ~Walt Streightiff 

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Tender Mercies

Sugar is feeling much better (see the All Things, 8/15/2016 post). Sometimes she even trots and canters around in her sandy corral. I'm beyond thankful for all of the love and prayers that are helping her recover!



"The Lord is good to all, 
And His tender mercies are over all His works."
~Psalm 145:9 NLJV

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Pasture Standard Time

Left to their own devices, cows don't hurry. The only thing a bovine does fast is grow. 

Blossom and little Buttercup then:



Now:



Wings and little Fred then:


Now:





"Let not the sands of time get into your lunch." ~Tony Hendra, Deteriorata



Sunday, August 21, 2016

Plums and Vitamin Z

May's poodle tree proudly presents: August plums! 

If you're not from the Big Horn Basin of Wyoming, you might not fully appreciate the miracle that is locally grown fruit. Winter is tough on fruit trees; spring can be worse. To prevent scurvy, we pay ridiculous prices for fruit grown far away, picked long before it ripens, and sprayed with who knows what so it won't spoil before it gets here. 

Don't worry about us though. We can grow lots of zucchini. 



 


"Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit--you choose." ~Proverbs 18:21 The Message 

Monday, August 15, 2016

All Things

Sugar's overly efficient metabolism could not handle a recent escape into the alfalfa field. If only....

Diagnosis: laminitis, aka founder. Shudder. Countless what-ifs. 

Prescription: anti-inflammatories, 
therapeutic trimming, sand-filled stall and corral. Yes. Anything to help. 

Diet: no green grass, no alfalfa--ever. Sigh. I wonder if she likes celery sticks. 

Prognosis: no known cure, no guarantees, hopefully manageable.  "But with God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26. I like the ALL part. 






"Is anything too hard or too wonderful for the Lord?" ~Genesis 18:14 AMP








Monday, August 8, 2016

Nectarines

My stately coneflowers only host the occasional butterfly, but we saw hundreds of little beauties flocking around the humble asters on the mountain. 






"For the Lord takes pleasure in His people; He will beautify the humble with salvation." ~Psalm 149:4 NKJV 


Friday, August 5, 2016

Lily's Lake

Lily loved hiking to and splashing through Lily Lake. 



Bodie had great fun too, but I couldn't get him to ham it up for the camera. 



"My father considered a walk around the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing." ~Aldous Huxley 

Monday, August 1, 2016

Summer's Trophies

I considered saving these pictures of my roses to share at a later date, perhaps mid-January when we've almost forgotten what August looks like, but I couldn't resist celebrating summer while it still is. 








"I think this is what hooks me to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation." ~Phyllis Theroux