That long gap in my blogging....

Here's the reason for my lack of posting. Bless Fay, he goes at horse training very seriously. It has to be every day available. I loved the two hour rides every morning. We went to the saddle club grounds, we rode out on the street, we went out Seven Mile road and up on the ridge. Rabbits, gray diggers, dogs, people, deer all kinds of wild life.

Catching up some more.

My oldest daughter and her step daughter come to visit every summer. Deonna has to ride too, this is her chance to be a farm girl.

Catching up.

As you can see from the pics, we're catching up in more ways than one. Our horses are kept in a pasture behind our house. It's fine if they're on our side of the creek, but with my lame knees I can't dance across the rocks like I used to, nor can he and I walk the mile around to the other gate at the saddle club grounds. How many people bring their horses home by truck? My oldest daughter was visiting late July and took these pics for me.

Purple fingers.

Fay picked blackberries today, a gallon in an hour. He came home purple fingered and talking about pies, cobblers, sauce and jam.

Now, aggravating as it is, the purple fingers pic won't stay rotated when I upload it. But I'm not leaving it out, it's too cute.

Feathered Fascinators or just feather brained

It's not a bit funny, I've had computers for over 20 years and have wrestled (metaphorically at least) several software programs into obedience. I needed a program to modify file sizes for pics so I could list the feathered hair ornaments that are my/our/Meg and I's current creative outlet. For three afternoons in a row I've sat here, trying to reduce file sizes and have them export to the same folder each time. I've never thought I was stupid, but watching folders slither about and rearrange themselves to suit some one else's logic--just as well Fay is hard of hearing.
But the hair ornaments are beautiful! I need to get them out so someone will love them and buy. So, guess what I'm doing tomorrow after noon?

You think I can't raise good potatoes?

You think I can't raise good potatoes? That's the question I got asked this morning as Fay laid this big guy on the kitchen counter.












































The vines are dying and this is one hill. The variety is Caribe, they taste good and keep well.

Fay came in carrying this wounded potato, plus the bucketful, all out of one hill. My boy's a farmer all right.

Camera Lessons

Fay mutters a lot but our first picture taking lesson was a success. I have to agree, the buttons are small on my digital camera and it's easy to bump the wrong thing. His first pic of me is blurry, but the second isn't. He got two good pics of Beauty in the arena, but I didn't make it into the pics of Beauty like he intended.

Fay got his shadow in the one pic though. :))

We both think he needs to figure out how to get the pic and not get too much reflection on the view finder. I am so proud of him, he's using a digital camera.