Blessings to count

For a small moment in time, Baasha was clean. That was last night. It was a hot muggy day, and when I touched him he was hot like an oven. I said it is that time, that yearly bath where we really get clean! So he got the purple stuff all over, and then he got tied to a tree to dry a while.




He forgot how much he hates being clean when he remembered how much he hates being left for 10 minutes tied to a tree. At one point he cantered circles around the tree. And he only had about 2 feet of rope, high up, so I am not sure how he managed that. He didn't know I could see him from the window of the house, and I shouted at him to quit, to his surprise.




Once in the stall, he remembered how much he hates being clean. (24 hours later he was splotched with green from lying in his one manure pile. To spite me, if he were a spiteful horse.)






This is how he pouts. Hey, you can see his scar on his left front leg from our bridge accident. I think it will always be there, and I kind of like it because it is a reminder how he made it through, by keeping it together.







I said, "I shouldn't touch you so much, I might get you dirty!"










As Black Beauty said, "He would brush my tail until it was as soft as a lady's hair."










My man got the garmin and we all went walking, making more tracks of our home town.









This time we had a silky smooth shining silver tipped horse. Here he had stepped on his rope, and thought about it for a while before freeing himself.









What a barren place you've brought me to! Nothing good here! Actually this is the parking lot of the German Shepherd Dog Club, where the most beautiful dogs on earth learn protection work. These people have no idea the yearning I feel as I ride by and see their gorgeous dogs.

Baasha loves these family walks, he tries to walk up against my man, and I have to tug the rope to keep him from nuzzling him too much.

State of the Coat

His coat is half in. It is that really soft plush phase before total winter thickness. I can't stop touching him, cuz after all that showsheen, he is unreal.










Soft, and soon the flecks will be fewer, as the white hair takes over.














Mornings

I love stepping out of my house in the morning and seeing the three neighbor horses right there grazing in the yellow morning light. I found out the mean Arabian's name is Nordic (!??) and the black pony with itch problems is Sheila. What a sweet name for a pony. She often stands as close as she can get to us, staring down at us. I can see her adorable expression as she studies my morning routine. She is not so hung up on grass that she can't enjoy other things, I love it.


Baasha gazed up at her, but when I take him up to meet them, he shuns them. He would rather eat grass out of their reach than make friends with them.








Unexpected Gift

40 pounds of carrots showed up on our doorstep this week. It took me forever to find out who left them! It was the terrier lady, our friend. I baked her a zucchini bread loaf-cake today, complete with Danke written on it. I hope she likes it, I am sure she has never had zucchini bread in her life!

My zucchinis are finally bread ready. Do you think they were allowed to stay on the vine long enough? (snicker)









Our raspberries give us a daily treat, I am so happy we have them.








This berry is being harvested all over Germany right now. I hear they are poisonous raw, but people cook them into cakes. I am not touching them. They're for the birds as far as this American is concerned. Do you know what berry this is? In German, they are called Holunder.




We have great blue herons visiting our ponds, hoping for a trout. Ha, good luck, those trout are too big for you guys! I love the way they sweep themselves up skyward as I approach. Yesterday two hawks circled together. I watched them a long time, trying to figure out what they were doing. They seemed to be just circling for fun, over the tall trees. In synchrony it was beautiful.

A neighbor picked me up again as I walked home from the store with eggs and flour. She asked me if I like it here. Ah, if she only knew how much! I couldn't convey it to her in German, but I can here.