Piper and Patch were a frolickin’.
Along the road so sweet.
When they thought they heard a cry, a baaa!
Was it their mother, the long lost sheep?
“Are you my mama?” Patch asked.
Maizy the cow was all a-bawl.
And with a little spit, she gave ‘em a lick
“A new auntie” they cried, “so tall!”
“Are you my mama?” Piper asked.
“I’ll peep and peep all day!”
And with a “cheep” and a monstrous leap.
The chicken flew away.
“Now this is hopeful!” they bellowed.
As Tulip said “Hello.”
She’s big and white … but not quite right.
One bark and off they go.
But who’s this walking toward us?
“Baa, baa,” they cried!
We’ve been looking for you all day, ma ma!
And with that, they let out a sheepish sigh.
First, before you click on “continue reading,” you must need prepare yourself for cuteness overload. That’s right, I said “must need” because the situation is more than just a must, or a need, it’s … a must need.
How this phrase made its way into the authorized language of the academic world has always perplexed me. But I digress …
So the next day, Mom called for all farmhands on deck to test our snow for snowman worthiness.
Ace had no problem forming the perfect “snowball” but it was a “snowman” Mom wanted.
After a proper snowball fight, we had one more distraction to accomplish. In honor of MaryJane’s fall from grace the day before, we thought we’d try to make her feel better.
Okay, back to work …
hmmm … Our snowman might not be photo worthy either.
Too bad. We’ll have to play in the snow again next week once it warms up. 20 degree snow, even with the sun warming it, doesn’t lend itself to the legendary Frosty we were hoping to create.
So while Ace, Kim, and I were truckin’ down two-lane highways, thrifting, setting up our glampsite, taking down our glampsite, and getting our honky-tonk on in South Dakota … the animals we left behind were awaiting our return. Rascal, our design studio mascot (tortoiseshell cat), was being taken care of by Ace’s roommate Andy, also a farmhand here (Ace, Kim and Andy are roommates at Kim’s farm), and Daffodil, my canary, was offered space in Carol’s office, with my husband taking care of her on weekends. (Kim brought her Border Collie, Riley, on our trip.)
Part of the job of taking care of my canary is feeding her a deluxe daily diet of fresh veggies and fruits, soaked grains, hard-boiled egg yolks from the bigger of her kin, AND gathering up her gorgeous blue eggs she lays 3-4 times per week. (Yup, she’s pampered.)
What do you do when you find a tiny orphaned bunny under a hay bale? Why, you flick off your ball cap and carry it to a safer place.
Has anyone read Watership Down by Richard Adams?
Kim, Ace, and Willie took a little trip to Mount Rushmore while we were glamping in the Black Hills of South Dakota last week. Did you know, according to their guide, that the Black Hills of South Dakota were named after the Ponderosa Pine that dot the hills? They cast a dark hue on the hills they inhabit.
What on earth were Ace and Kim up to last Monday night at 12:30 a.m.?
First, our farrier came to give our horses a pedicure.
Check out the words on her hat.
Ace, our foodie photographer, went riding with farmgirl extraordinaire, Kim, over the weekend …
Pssssst! Or should I say bzzzzzt? New bees are here!