Hi all,
Well, today was another busy one! Work was hectic, but not terrible, and I started earlier and ended on time, for a more normal workday. And no bulbs arrived! If none come by Saturday, I'll be sad, of course ... but since this is an active rest day, I used the evening for fun things. Harvested a tub full of plums and practiced making fruit rolls and prunes in my dehydrator. In 24-36 hours we'll discover if I did it right


Took my kid horse out - Sierra, the one who fears ducks. I'd thought to take one of the others ... but what happened was this. I walked towards the stable at the usual time. The older two horses just stood around at the top of their hill and watched. I've been digging bulbs and not riding all week, and it's pretty hot now, so they've taken to finding a good place where they can eat grass and watch me at the same time. Sierra is an optimist, though, and he came cavorting down the hill to the gate. He's been doing that all week, and looking really disappointed when he figures out that I've only got a pat and an apple, and not a halter to take him out.
And I thought ... well, all that determination deserves a reward ...
So I opened up the gate between paddocks, buckled the halter on, and we slipped out before the others could crowd around us.
You should have seen the looks on all of those faces! The two left behind were incredulous. If horse jaws could drop, that's what they did. Eyes were definitely bugging out. They were absolutely aghast at having been left behind. Sierra, on the other hand, was delighted. He very carefully walked next to me like a perfect angel - or, maybe more like Dennis the Menace on his best behavior.
We had a nice ride, though it was variable. Sierra was alternately being on his absolute best behavior, and jumping around when we'd go near something interesting. On the plus side, he decided that riding past the wild apple tree was fun, since we stopped to test the apples for ripeness (they were almost but not quite ready). On the minus side, he decided that deer probably ate horses, and since the deer are so used to me now they did not run far enough away to make him comfortable, poor boy, and were usually somewhere watching us. That might be why he was so jumpy. The owl, he thought was fine, which was puzzling to me. The quail - those were bad news. We had a lot of leaping when those flew up in our face. Still, both of us had fun
Picante took out his frustration by chasing my poor quarterhorse Atreides all of the pasture, herding him from corner to corner and periodically neighing his complaints to the world. I could hear him half a mile away. They'll get their turn tomorrow or Saturday.
It *would* be fun to have all of you visit - we could pick daffodils, share dvds, and the horses would have be delighted! But at least I will post pictures. And yes, these are the reblooming kind, and they naturalize/spread too. It's just that there is a lot of space in the seventeen acres of woods and I have this vision in my head of daffodils and crocuses and hyacinths and other flowers coming up around the paths, the trees, all in amongst the wildflowers. Can't seem to shake it, and so I order thousands of bulbs in the spring, forgetting how much work it is; start enthusiastically planting in the fall, get to the point where I wonder WHAT on EARTH I have done (that's right now), and then finish it off, and wait to enjoy the flowers. I have been doing this since 2002.
Hi to IronLady, and good vibes to Janie as you travel!