Pics of Geotiles

Here are the pics of our new geotiles, awaiting assignment.









We need to use bad weather and trampling to know where they best belong. I prayed it would rain, and just now it started: )












Next to my feet, for size.











Next to the old generation geotiles, ours look very robust. We even lay some down on our hang to see how slippery they are when wet and on a hill. No slippage at all, woo!








My man asked me to make Baasha walk on a long strip of them, to see if he needs more width. I assured him he doesn't, but he wanted to see Baasha walk on them anyway. So I put a rope around Baasha's face like in Man from Snowy River and tried to lead him over a stretch of them. I tried, cuz he didn't want to. He would fail this Trail class test! He likes walking on the grass, and didn't see why he should step into these things that were not yet pressed in, but rather setting up on the ground. Baasha didn't see the point of getting all 4 feet up there, and he'd put two on for me, that was it. We lay a bunch out in different configurations, and Baasha would wander through them, careful to not step on any. Funny cuz I know my horse, he hates mud and he hates puddles. So as soon as we have mud, he'll be up on those things real quick! But we need mud first. So, let it rain!

I rode to the grocery store tonight! It was really easy, Baasha stood tied on a light pole that was set into a grassy area by the parking lot, and I could watch him from the checkout line. I saw a fan club form and a little girl was brave enough to go pat him on the nose several times. As I finally finished up and came back to him, he nickered to me, like "Finally! Sheesh!" Oh, did you miss me for the 10 minutes I was in Aldi? How flattering.

We got carrots! Baasha met his enormous bag of carrots, I don't think he's ever seen such a big bag.











Oh no! They're going away! My man put them up in the loft.









We like to throw them down at Baasha, and he learned to beg for carrots everytime we climb the ladder now. I threw down a bunch to put in a cute little horse print purse that my man's aunt made for me. They are hanging on the door so we remember to give Baasha a carrot everytime we open the door: )



I spent all day carrying Tposts to their locations on our fenceline, and measuring out 3 meters, 5 acres worth. I was so exhausted! (The pic is from the other day, when I put in a couple wooden posts for a gate.)

A hunter stopped by to talk to us as we pounded in some Tposts this afternoon. He would like permission to hunt wild pigs in our field. Why, certainly! We're no strangers to gunshot. Our horse is white, he won't be shot by mistake. The guy was so nice, it really makes me feel part of the community to have a hunter working on our field (at night, in his "high booth") and hay being made. Oh, that reminds me, our field got fertilized and seeded yesterday! *I* got fertlized, as the tractor's spreading machine sprayed pellets everywhere. Hey, I'd rather be pelleted than cow-manured! Nice that they aren't spraying something stinky on our field that might offend neighbors.

I also was thrilled to watch the man drag our field, and level out all the mole hills. As he did it, he left alternating light green/dark green stripes, just like a football field!








It's sooo pretty now! Baasha doesn't understand why I don't let him graze out there right now (fertilizer).

My arms are sunburned. Better they than my face (I use sunblock everyday now).

Ex-haus-ted!