Blogging seemed necessary for me after Dad passed away in 2008. It was a way to slow my life down a bit and try to keep some precious memories alive through imagery and the written word. I come from a long line of farmers on Mom's side and it seems that I am inclined to follow that type of lifestyle. If you are interested in the old days check out the links below.
Jessie, my perfect 'first' horse is now 26 yrs. old and a registered AQUA bay mare. Blue, my dominant Appendix, is a registered American Paint. Jessie loves her grass more than her mother and Blue loves eating (period) and 'herding' poor Jess. Both love eachother! Jessie is very smart and warned me of the fox who was within 7 feet of Callie.
LaQuinta, My Elegant and Athletic Egyptian Queen
While showing in Lexington, I stayed at the LaQuinta Hotel and all summer saw this poor cat who was too shy to be caught. On the third try, it took over an hour to convince her that she would be making a good decision!
Little Bear, Our First Baby
Mama Dog, a wild black lab mix who refused to be tamed, dropped two of her pups at our back steps of the new house. Little Bear rules all of her siblings and tries to rule her parents. She is a very good guard dog!
Nugget, The Boss of the Boys
Nugget arrived about a year after Little Bear. At first he refused to come in, so I would wrap him up in thick blankets during winter's cold nights. He is the best dog, and so gentle with children. But, his growl sounds like some monster from a scary movie, no kidding!
Rocky, Mama's Mountain Lion!
While photographing the huge Rockefeller barns at the Rolling Rock Hunt Club in Ligonier, PA, I sadly spotted a dead black cat near the road lying in the grass. When I stood up, an older kitten approached me sporting a white bulging eye. He let me pick him up and off we went to find a vet!
Coty, Everyone Wants To Take Him Home!
While riding Blue in the big field, I heard the dogs barking. My heart sank as I couldn't see well but thought I saw a coyote. We trotted across the field only to find a terribly thin stray in need of our home. Coty is a superb watch dog!
Sammy, Mama's Shy Boy
Sleak beautiful Sammy was watching over Black Jack on a little hill as he laid dead in the ditch beside the highway. He heard my screams of anguish as I picked up our gorgeous brother of Little Bear. Two months later, he chose to live with us.
Callie, My First Barn Cat
One June day, something thin and dark hesitantly showed herself near the entrance of the barn. With a weak meow, she told me she wanted to stay at the barn, pleasing me to no end! Callie is the most patient cat and the only cat who allowed me to put 'antlers' on her head for Christmas.
Cricket, My First Kitten!
Something told me Callie was pregant though she did not show. She was so proud to introduce me to my first and only Grandcat! I never had a kitten before and this cat has totally melted my heart! He is rotten to the core and frequently must be reprimanded with the dreaded 'Love Jail'. Grammie holds him like a baby and pets him gently despite the awful protests that escape his strong jaws. He only receives 'Love Jail' after a vicious tackle that includes biting his mother's back and knocking her over. After his release, he immediately rubs my leg with his 15-inch long tail!
Princess, A Gift from God
The day after Cricket was born, Little Bear let out a weird bark. I discovered a gorgeous long haired cat perched in the corner of the unfinished side porch where the dogs cannot access. Still beautiful despite being starved and bone thin, Princess has become just that...a princess! She does what she wants but she makes up for it by being the most affectionate cat in the world giving lots of kitty kisses.
Daddy Cat was wild! After a year of daily feedings, long begging sessions and quiet study while he hid safely under the horse trailer, I finally won his trust. He now resides in the barn separated from Callie and Cricket who stay in the tack room. Daddy Cat is extremely vocal and affectionate, always thanking his Mama for his new home.
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Thank You Stephanie! Please check out The Life of a Farmer's Wife for a truly cool farming blog located in the south....you will learn a lot when she blogs about cotton or peanuts, etc.
1. You must accept the award.
2. Thank the person who gave you the award.
3. Add a link to the person who gave you the award.
4. Paste the award on your blog.
5. Write 10 things about yourself that others might not know.
6. Pass the award on to 10 others.
Okay here goes....
1. I am the youngest of five girls...poor Daddy! I was the tomboy and played sports.
2. I hate cigarette smoke...my parents smoked and Dad died of a heart attack...boo smoke!
3. Dad was driving a Toyota Camry when he had the unexpected heart attack. The car zoomed backwards down the snowy driveway and stopped short of going down the steep hill with the front tires still spinning. No rubber was on the treads and the whole yard was full of smoke. I often wonder, did the car go out of control and cause the heart attack...he had just seen his cardiologist two days prior.
4. Dad's mother, my grandmother died a couple of weeks before her 100th birthday...I would like to reach a happy healthy one hundred!
5. My husband and I have been married since 1993 but we lived together 5 years prior so all together we have shared 22 years come this September...Yeah! Love you good husband!
6. I have always loved the Old South, but of course not the slavery...I love the architecture, the clothing, the 'genteel' manners (well, the ones who had them...), the food, the gardens, the old trees, etc. When I was 8, we traveled down to the Gulf and I saw abject poverty for the first time...don't get me wrong, we were plain middle class folks...but these people were living in run down shacks...I remember crying when I saw them....
7. I love old things...people, homes, furniture, dishes, letters, recipes, photos, diaries...I think we can learn a lot from age and hopefully it will make us better.
8. I really miss my ancestors (grandparents, etc.) and think about them a lot wondering what the ones that I never met were like...what were their days like, what did they love, etc...
9. I love to laugh and tease people. My poor vet can attest to that as I gave him a hard time when baby Bridget had to go in Saturday morning.
10. I am very observant. I can read people very well. If I ask a question, just by watching them most times I will know the true answer as to how they choose to answer, which words they say and how their bodies react.
There you have it...nothing too exciting probably just like so many others. Now I get to pass it on! Okay bloggy buddies...so many already have this award and there are a couple on my list that do not have any awards on their blogs but each is well worth your click. I wish I could meet all my blogging friends, as my chosen are special people and offer such interesting prospective to life. Check them out, you won't be disappointed!
After living 15 years in a very beautiful urban setting on top of my husband's highrise, it became obvious that I was out of place. I began riding about 12 years ago, purchased an awesome sport horse and competed in novice eventing. I needed to find all of us a beautiful place to live so that I could be the one to care for my Jessie, not a hired farm hand at a boarding barn that might close on a whim. We were blessed to find our old historic 80 acre farm tucked away in the woods that surround scenic fields. Hailing from generations of Vermont farmers and horse lovers, I felt right at home. I could now have another horse, dogs, more cats, plant flowers, grow veggies, mow the yard, feed and hear the birds chirping, listen to frogs, walk in the woods, and do all the things we did as kids. Kudos to my awesome husband. Without him, I would not be able to experience these blessings that God has bestowed upon Woodfield and all of its inhabitants.