Sunshine

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. πŸ˜‰

And, thankfully, she’s a cooperative model and works for food, snuggles and scratches.

 

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Partake

Astrid and Max

β€œIn those vernal seasons of the year,
when the air is calm and pleasant,
it were an injury and sullenness
against nature
not to go out and see her riches,
and partake in her rejoicing
with heaven and earth”
~ John Milton

Flat Astrid…basking in the spring sunshine.

Restart

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.

Ruby has the right idea…
A nap in the sunshine oughta help!

Start by doing what’s necessary;
then do what’s possible;
and suddenly you are doing
the impossible.
~ Francis of Assisi

Yeah, a sunshine nap is just what the Spirit needs…

Polish or Polish?

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…

β€œI am obsessed with the process of creation.”
~ ZdzisΕ‚aw BeksiΕ„ski

And another regarding polishing, or putting a shine, on skills…

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

 

Watered Down

“…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…”

~ Trace Adkins

Friday Morning

When I stepped out the door onto the deck this morning, I was greeted with this sight:

The Cookie napping in the early morning sunshine.

As always, I call a quiet “Good Morning Ms Cookie” to her and get the ear flick that says “I’m sleeping, but I know you’re there”.
Normally, that good morning call means the other 3 come out of wherever they are. It’s rare that the Girls don’t come to the sound of my voice.
This morning though, no Sable, no Astrid, no Ruby.

Huh.
That’s odd.
But Cookie isn’t upset or acting strange so I chalk it up to they’re in the willows or up at the pine in the back of the pasture and go on with my morning chores.
I let out the hennys, I throw a flake of hay out for the Girls, I open up the piggies shelter (we have this years Bacon Bits on the Farm!! pictures soon, I promise!) and still the other 3 haven’t appeared.
Hmmm…so I’m thinking I oughta go find them.
It’s been 25ish minutes of me puttering around the Farm-yard and they haven’t appeared.

So, I pop into the house, grab my camera thinking that I might find a bird or two to photograph in the pasture, and set out to find my other 3…

Here’s what I found:

Beside the fence, hidden behind an old straw bale…all 3, sleeping in the sunshine.

The 3 of them decided that laying down sleep was needed and left The Cookie to stand guard.

You can only see a hint of Sable’s mane behind that straw bale there…but she’s there. πŸ˜‰

Poor tired ponies and their sunshine filled jello-like bones.
Rough life they have, I tell ya!
Happy weekend, friends.
πŸ™‚