Just a picture of Ruby enjoying a bit of a doze in the midday sunshine…
We got a snow storm through last night/this morning.
When Hubby heads out to clear the drive, I’ll see about taking some fresh snowfall pics of the Merry Mares.
I cannot tell you how much I’m loving these longer days.
I mean I could, but words aren’t quite enough, I think, to explain how much the sunshine is a balm for the Spirit.
We call Astrid “Little Red” for a reason…as she sheds out her winter coat, she shines like a copper penny.
Here I was looking to capture the glow of the sun on her emerging blonde streak.
This is what grabbed my attention, and drew me to grab the camera, the other day.
Her mane was gently floating in the breeze while she ate her beet pulp. It looked so pretty, I simply had to capture the image.
After finishing her bucket, she moved over to lick out what was left of Astrid’s pail, which gave me a chance to get this shot.
I can’t wait until Sable is fully shed out, with her golden summer coat and those gorgeous dapples.
I have photographic plans for her. 😉
And, thankfully, she’s a cooperative model and works for food, snuggles and scratches.
“In those vernal seasons of the year,
when the air is calm and pleasant,
it were an injury and sullenness
not to go out and see her riches,
and partake in her rejoicing
with heaven and earth”
~ John Milton
Today seems to be one of those days where I need a restart…
Trying to get my brain engaged enough to get things done, and brain just ain’t having anything to do with it.
Start by doing what’s necessary;
then do what’s possible;
and suddenly you are doing
~ Francis of Assisi
The Daily Post prompt today…
Is it Polish, or polish?
Well now, depends on interpretation, doesn’t it?
And so, one quote from a renowned Polish artist…
“I am obsessed with the process of creation.”
~ Zdzisław Beksiński
You are an uncut gemstone of priceless value.
Cut and polish your potential with knowledge, skills and service, and you will be in great demand throughout your life.
~ Denis Waitley
“…I take the corners, slower and steady
This chip on my shoulder, it ain’t so heavy anymore
We still fly like gypsies
Just a little closer to the ground
And we still love our whiskey
But now it’s just a little watered down…”
“…Those old ghosts still chase me
But feels like they’re losing ground
Yeah I’m still crazy
But now I’m just a little watered down…”
In the warmth of the sun rising over the horizon…
From 6:30 this morning: