TREED KITTYS

If kittens could talk they would say ""Damn Dogs"!

GHOSTS

It's Tuesday morning and it did indeed snow like the weatherpeople said. How can something so pretty be so despised. At least by me. Yesterday was so nice and cool. But in the middle of the night you could hear it coming like a ghost train. The wind slow at first then the crescendo into a full blown engine careening down the tracks. Then "POOF' it was gone. Like a ghost. And the ghost left it's calling card all over my valley.

My Pot of Gold

It's Monday morning, and I have been in a funk. Change of season I guess. Not ready for winter. But to stand on the deck and look around this morning I know it is inevitable. Darn.... However if I could figure out how to put sound to this you would hear the birds singing and talking everywhere. A week ago there were drastic layers of seasons. Snow in the mountains turned into the hills that turn brown with the heat of summer that turned into red, orange and yellows trees, then the lower trees showing just a hint of pale green and yellow. And lastly the stubborn tree who to this day refuses to change. He too wants to stay. And even though we have put away all our pots of flowers for the season there is still one that keeps on keeping on.

It's Thursday morning, Tuesday it was 90 degrees, today there is snow in the mountains. Because of that snow it's like a refrigerator in the valley. No warm air until next spring I guess. I've learned a few hard lessons this week. Summer never stays around very long. Someone you care for and trust with your life can be selfish and accusing just so they can have it all. Leaves turn from a beautiful green to a mellow yellow and striking red and will soon be brown and on the ground. (kinda rhymes) Someone who I thought to be my friend and I thought we were has turned on me. Horses go back up the canyon. My good lessons this week are my husband is my hero and comes to my rescue. Lily is still in good shape, eating better and gaining weight. Dogs are happy no matter what. The mantas' are laying their egg sacks for next spring to start the cycle all over again. And my gerber daisy is still blooming even tho it is cold. The boys are healthy and doing good in school and I did laugh this week.

Strange things on a ranch

It's Sunday evening and I have just had a massage. I feel good. As I was wandering and working around the ranch the other day, I thought of the things a "city folk" might think as strange to see. Warning the following pictures may cause you to say "ewwww". Now I don't mind any of this at all. To me it's perfectly normal to see a spider, or a pig or even some kind of excrement. It's just on a ranch, you know, there are animals that, how shall I put this.....shit everywhere. And if they aren't pooping then they are breeding. And of course you can't have just little spiders, you have to have BIG CRAB LIKE SPIDERS. So the pictures attached are 2 piglets humping. The spotted little fellow is the same pig grown up with big boar balls. The spider is one of many crawling around. They won't hurt ya! And the poop on the fence is actually from a raccoon that was climbing over the fence and thought he would relieve himself half way over. I love my life and wouldn't trade it for a million bucks. And if you ask my sister she will tell you that I always wanted to live on a ranch. And Rebecca ( Barb's friend) I love it and hope you will too!

Bad Camouflage Job

It ain't easy being a pansy on the lam.