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I believe in process.
I believe in four seasons.
I believe that winter’s tough,
but spring’s coming.
I believe that there’s a growing season.
And I think that you realize that in life,
you grow.
You get better.
~ Steve Southerland

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We made it.
After a long, hard winter, we’ve finally made it.

Happy Spring.

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Uncompromising

I won’t say
I’m uncompromising,
but
I won’t compromise
just for the hell of it.
~ George A. Romero

I love this.
I completely agree with this.
In my opinion, compromise is 2 parties *both* agreeing to give something of value, to have their needs/wants met.
All too often, of late, “compromise” is a word used to tell folks “sit down, shut up and do as your told”.
That doesn’t fly with me.
When faced with people like that I become uncompromising.
Obstinate, even.
But then, I have been known to be stubborn…a bit mulish even…
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Probably why this Girl and I connected…eventually.

Pair of stubborn old nags who had to learn how to compromise to get what we both wanted.
I like to think it was worth it…
I hope she would say the same.
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Midnight Calico Tree

There is an old tree in our pasture.
It’s rotten in some places, limbs have fallen down in wind storms.
Every year, leaf buds come and even the fallen limbs grow.

I love this tree.
It’s a survivor.
It’s not just my imagination, the beauty of this tree.

We don’t have many trees here.
We’re surrounded by grain fields, and a little scrub brush in our pasture.

This tree though…

This tree has been the backdrop for photo shoots.
This tree has been a prop in photo shoots.
This tree has been climbed by cats.
This tree has a hollow that one cat gave birth in.
This tree is the one Cookie hid behind when she saw something weird on the side road…it was me, walking Daphne.
This tree is where I go to sit in the pasture when I miss that Cookie.

It’s where I took her picture for her last birthday photo shoot…


It’s where I wanted to mount a 4’x6′ mirror for her next birthday photo shoot.

Instead, it’s where I hung her halter for the tribute photo shoot…

This tree is one of my favorite places to be…

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Sharing with McGuffy’s Reader for Sparks:21, Aww Mondays at Comedy Plus, and Imag-in-ing.

Well Now…

Yesterday I had planned on doing a photo shoot that I’ve had in mind for quite some time now. I figured while Hubby went off to work (booooo for Saturday working, but yay for o/t $$$), I’d prep what would be needed…
Unfortunately the 70km/h wind gusts put a kibosh on that.
*sigh*
When the wind gusts start out like that at 4:30 in the morning, you just know plans have gone awry.

So, I made the coffee, had the shower, and went to log into the Facebook…only to discover a 72 hour ban for posting something against community standards.
Well, okay then.
Normally when that happens, whatever the post was just gets removed.
Musta really upset some folks…
Thought I’d check and see if messenger was still available to me.
There I learned that I had apparently deactivated my account, but could still use the app. without reactivating my account.
Huh.
Well, since I had been offline since the night before, I’m pretty sure I hadn’t deactivated anything.
So, I’ve sent an email to the Facebook to see what, actually, is going on.
Knowing them and how slowly they respond to emails, 72 hours will have come and gone before I hear anything.
In 72 hours (or more) I’ll know if I actually had a ban in place or if I was hacked. πŸ˜›
Which is why the Farm Page feed is missing on the side bar…because when my account got locked up, the Farm Page got unpublished.

Meh. Whatever.
FB is a cesspool right now anyways.
Even if I can’t recover my account, it won’t be a huge loss.
Anyone who wants to can follow me here at the blog, or I can just start a new page. We’ll see how interested I am in 72 hours.
Though, one of the things I will miss are the Ag groups.
There’s a lot of good info, a whole lotta laughs, and some great people who really understand the inappropriate sense of humour that is needed to live Farm life. If’n I lose my account, I’ll definitely miss those bitches. πŸ˜‰
And the Farm Page.
I’ve done a lot of networking and followed some other great small farming/homesteading pages.
I’ll miss reading those adventures. :/

In the meantime, I have work to concentrate on here.
Taking the time suck that FB is out of my day oughta make for some super extra work getting done. LOL!
It’s already given me more time for photo editing, and that’s a good thing for y’all. That means I have more images to share here…which leads me to my storage here. I’m at 80% usage for images. I’m getting to the point where I have to think about either starting a new, free blog and linking to this one, or going paid.
If I go with a paid account, I just keep on going here.
But, I have to decide if it’s worth the $60 a year to do so.

Decisions, decisions!

I’ll think about it, and in the meantime, y’all can look at Ruby in all her unicorn glory, having a nap in the sunshine. With her 2 trusty side kicks, Astrid and CoalCat. πŸ™‚

Simplify

My mind was always very cluttered,
so I took great pains
to simplify my environment,
because if my environment
were half as cluttered as my mind,
I wouldn’t be able to make it
from room to room.

~ Leonard Cohen

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There is not much that is more peaceful, or beautiful, than the simplicity of a napping equine.
These are the sights that calm my noisy Spirit and ground me in the wonder that is my world.

The Best Horses in Heaven

This poem has been floating around on Facebook, and I thought I’d share it here…

The best horses in Heaven
they have no tail.
This is a rule they all know
without fail.
For when a new horse arrives
with a short cut bob,
they all know that this horse
did a very good job.

His owner could not bear
to part with her friend
so she saved his tail,
wrapped in ribbons
and in braids,
to hold with his memory
in a very loving way.

To enter Heaven
without a tail
is an honor,
a message,
that without fail
announces to everyone,
far and wide
that this horse
was more than a wonderful ride.

But
this horse was loved and cherished by one
and when his time serving on this Earth was done
he left behind
a broken heart
and a soul
from which he never will part.

–Miska Paget

http://www.giddyupvet.com/the-best-horses-in-heaven-they-have-no-tail/

Trouble whispers sweet nothings to her…

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Introducing…

Remember how I said I finally settled on a name for my photography?

Today is the day y’all get to find out what it is…though, if you read yesterday’s post, you may have noticed the new name…

All my photography images are now being done under the name:

Cookie’n’Cream Photography

Named for the 2 creatures who changed my world, and changed me into the very best person I could be.
1. My Cookie, the Cookie half…
And
2. Sable, the Cream half…

I can’t help but smile when I say the name.
That’s how I knew it was right.
I have an image in my head for a logo, but that’s going to be some time before I draw it up.
For now, I’m just happy to have settled on the perfect name.
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