My back door is wide open and I am watching the sprinkler take care of the garden on this cool morning. Not sure how long this cooler temperature will be here, I would guess not very long, so I will be heading out in a few minutes.
I am back to waking up real earlier, a least working back to getting up early. It's a little late this morning, 630 am, but by next week I should be awaking consistently at 530 again. This is so I can get the chores done before the 100F hits.
I was weeding late last night, in the twilight, and it hit me. I can't fail, not this time. Not sure why or where the thought came from, because I was thinking of something completely different. But it is now there, I have a ton of work a head of me, and I don't have the luxury of failing this time. This is no longer hobby or a way to stretch the budget, this is the budget. Milking is back on track, the garden is lushes and green. So far, so good.
I meet my 15 year old niece for the first time this weekend. She lives in Colorado with her mother. A sweet girl, looks just like her mother. She rode a horse for the very first time here on the homestead. I was thrilled to finally meet her. Sad it had to take so long to do so.
Medium is riding Sammy (horse) all on his own. He is very proud of it. I am proud of him as well. He seems to carry his own very well with her, showing her who's boss and she responds nicely.
Late last night, husband and I were on the porch, the dogs wouldn't stop barking. I thought the Murrial and Courage where just snacking along the fence line. But it was husband that noticed it was miniature horses. Great! Why is it that out of all the people in this area, we always get to spot the runaways, and put them back. Of course the owners weren't home. So I just pushed the ponies into their front yard and shut the gate. I have no idea where they belonged, but I have seen these people pen donkeys in their backyard.