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Luna’s in the zone and the cone says it all.
Seems she has a recurring allergy issue which we will now have to address.
She breaks out with rashes which she over licks as her leg shows.
We will have to start a food trial to see what the culprit is.
“Sigh”, she says.
Luna loves food. Luna loves everything.
Here she is having no problem with her dinner,
secretly hidden beneath the dome.
It took about 2 hours after Luna was coned
and she acted almost normal.
For those of you who have
had to be the meanie, you know how hard this cone thing is.
But our dear Luna, just doesn’t let it get her down.
The morning walk found her just as chipper and ready as always.
Cone? What cone?
Cold, mountain water, ahhh.
Looking forward to a resolution to her allergy.
Luna has earned her freedom.
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winter’s palette is rich now. a warp of gray, a weft of peace
deep reflections, long shadows.
on my daily walks I pause to ponder wayfarer’s footprints.
on a path, a destination. do they know where, I wonder?
imagining how it must be to travel undercover.
are we hooked on one path? can we brave a changed course?
let go of linear thinking?
standing in my own shadow, a wayfarer too,
I see two trails, one east one west,
and find myself these days
braving new paths undiscovered.
most exciting. always challenging.
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While looking for a sound and complete edition of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame for a Christmas gift I found a yummy old, but cared for, hardcover with illustrations by Tasha Tudor. Needless to say that edition will remain on our bookshelf.
Here are a few scribbles I have done lately from her drawings….it’s most fun. I claim no originality here. Just the pleasure of pencil on paper and an imagination for what the woodland creatures might be up to as I draw.
Rat and Caroller
Toad
Rat on the river bank
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“When you appreciate what you have, what you have appreciates in value. Kinda cool right? So basically, being grateful for the goodness that is already evident in your life will bring you a deeper sense of happiness. And that’s without having to go out and buy anything. It makes sense. We’re gonna have a hard time ever being happy if we aren’t thankful for what we already have”.
script from a friend today
as 2011 comes to a close we remember Sidney, who passed away in July,
and who always appreciated the simple gifts life offered.
may your year ahead be replete with joy and thankfulness
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our pasture is home to a granite podium of sorts. an outcropping.
this summer it was seat for India Flint in the mornings at her workshop
as she told tales from around the world, delighting listeners all.
thoughts of India’s return to teach and tell more stories
next summer takes the chill away..
during the winter months the same granite serves for sheep to tell their tales to the flock,
this year especially as we have had little snow of late so they can wander some.
today Griffin is perched atop the podium having gathered his family and friends..
he is asking Della who quietly is waiting by the apple tree
if she’ll tell Griffin’s favorite story.
“If you lie down and chew your cud,
I’ll tell you a story,” said Della, a ewe
with the gift of Eternal Patience.
“Oh! Mama’s going to tell Griffin a story.” whispered Lily
nudging her sister,Magnolia excitedly.
Lily and Magnolia
trotted across the pasture to the apple tree where Griffin
was leaping around Della and poking her with his nose.
“Now lie down,” said Della, gently.
“I’d rather stand on your back, if you don’t mind,”
said Griffin politely, trying out this precarious position
with interest.
“Very well,” said Della, “but you must be still.”
She cleared her throat.
“Once, not long ago, four great adventurers held council
on top of the Middle Mountain in the sky….”
and so Della told the story again, to Griffin’s joy…
How the Lambs Came to Live at the Farm
written by our dear friend Katie Scrafford.
and to learn how you can hear India’s tales
next summer here at the farm visit
such stories live in the hearts of all of us at Long Ridge Farm and beyond..
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After years of lonliness and whining from the violin case
I decided it was time to rosin up the bow
Twelve years ago I knew these pieces
yet not without effort
so I arranged for a tutor…
oh boy, here we go.
it’s going to take some doing.
So if you wonder why I am not blogging
this is yet one more joy that needs attending.
Webster (named for the most amazing sax player, Ben Webster)
is not yet impressed.
Come on my bud.
His smiling will be the true test.
