Wednesday, February 2, 2011

All the Pretty Little Ponies

I had posted this video up here a while back, and just had to post it again!
Horses. Are. Amazing....

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Farm Life's time to wean Max. Here we go, setting off on a new adventure.
It started with Belle having a swollen ankle this morning, oddly enough, and we had our farrier come over to look at her. She needs to be separated from the other for a few days so that Silkie won't boss her around. Then he said that it was time to wean Max, and this was the perfect time to do so. We're keeping Belle in the barn most of the day, not in the stall, but so that she can have quiet and walk around, while Max and Silkie stay outside. Then we switch them off, and at night, they all stay in their own stalls, including Max. It can take from two weeks to a month. It depends. So...Max goes through another stage of life. No more milk. =) He's standing outside the barn door with Silkie neighing at Belle, but I think that mare's happy to have him off of her for a while.
        I'll be working with Big Boy a lot more. Yeah - I'll probably get kicked and hurt..............but what's farm life about?
        I'll also be selling eggs! My chicks are laying 11+ a day! So that'll be my business, and Nathan's will be honey bees. We're going to get them in the Spring. Lots of honey bees! *can already see Pooh Bear wooing them to sleep - "Honey bee, Honey bee, honey bee in, the tree; rest now, your honey, is safe, tonight....."* =D I'm looking forward to it, I suppose. The buzzing....the stings....ouch. -.0
Oh well.

Last night I was sitting in the den, sketch pad in hand, pencil in the other, tapping paper. I didn't know what to draw. I just started sketching. Anything at all. It turned into this!

I really like this - though I have no idea what it's supposed to be! A wounded guy, for sure, seeing the red, but other than that, I've no idea! I love the "swooning" posture. It turned out so neat! I it. =)

Anyway. I guess I'll skip off and do something else.
Wish me well with my Big Boy!

Always Fighting,
This curious Little Lady was wandering over my desk last night - I had to get a picture of her!

Monday, January 31, 2011

This Says it All.....

In the Blink of an Eye

The soft aroma of coffee still hangs in the air - the fog's breath is frozen outside my window; over the radio strings of Classical music while the rain "pit-pat" against the door.  Cold damp air filters in, the lead gets short in my pencil.
Once again I glance outside, mind wandering out to anything except the math on my table. I thunk my head against the desk once again, mind wandering, spinning, wishing. Thoughts go 'round, 'round, 'round, never stopping. Again I remember how much I hate math. Again I wish for Spring. Again, again.
My mood is stressed with a bit too much drama spiced all throughout it. The "woe is me" type. I look back in the mirror above my desk, chewing on my pencil. I see, "Yeah.......I'm me". Sighing, putting pencil to math problem, I continue.

Last night, I was crying. A lot of things built up suddenly spilled out in the form of tears. At 9:00 at night, I was washing dishes, scrubbing, scrubbing away, watching my reflection in the dark window. Everyone else was asleep. I was praying, asking God why as more tears slipped. Suddenly, I got a sign. The power went out. Only for a split second. But, it was enough. First, light all around me, then........nothing. Black. Darkness. I realized then what it must be like to not have God, even for only a split second. Even when there's a storm raging in my life, it's not dark, even when we think it is. How horrible, horrible it must be for a non-Christian to go through a depressing time in their lives, and not have God. Even when we think it's bad, it's not, because God's there. Always. There was no apparent reason for the power going out so quick last night; the weather was fine. But it did..........and it did because God wanted to say, "Quit having a pity-party - you have Me, and this is what it would be like without Me." *blink*
That was what He said, and the message got across.
When God wants to say something, He will!

Always Fighting,