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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
The Little Rancher has made it through her first winter.
Breaking ice, hauling buckets, pitching hay, shoveling manure, brushing, picking, none of it seemed to slow her down. But now that Misty is on pasture and has access to an artesian spring, chores have taken on a new meaning.
Setting her alarm for 6:10am, the Little Rancher continues to go out. One day I asked, "Are you still feeding hay in the morning?" She replied, "Only if she needs it. There's not much to do anymore, but I still go out just to talk to her."
Most mornings Misty comes running when the Little Rancher calls out. It seems even horses appreciate a daily routine, and you never know when a pan full of grain might be waiting. But one day she wasn't quite ready to wake up and stayed in the back pasture. The Little Rancher wandered back and had a seat. Sharing the warm Spring sun is the reward for those long, dark Winter mornings.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
It seems that Winter in Wisconsin is finally on the wane which, honestly, couldn't have been better timing for this sewing project: a fur-trimmed vest. It's warm enough for cooler temperatures, but would be bulky and uncomfortable to layer under a coat. Here's the story...
Friday, March 6, 2015
|four months old|
"What if you end up with a girl?" my mother asked. "You'll have to knit a pink one." Raising one eyebrow, I said, "she'll learn to love blue."
After my son was born, I finished up the final rows there in the hospital, he swaddled on my bed while I stitched the pattern from memory. It was the largest knitting project I had ever undertaken, and I was quite proud of myself. Not every stitch was perfect, but it finished off to a nice 40 inch square blanket. And since that day in the hospital, he has quite literally loved his blanket to shreds.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
We're a solid three months into the whole inevitable horse situation, and I'm happy to say that the thrill hasn't worn off. Hank, devoted as ever, continues to research proper training and handling techniques. The Rancher is learning to use her voice and be more assertive. For Christmas, she received a lunging rope and whip. Misty is spoiled and generally not in a mood to obey, but slowly the pair of them are learning to converse, just enough to where it feels like progress is being made.