You'll be dead when I till----

From the mouths of babes--

Our little great nephew Carter is four years old and quite the conversationalist--this was a provocative statement he made recently according to his dad-----

"Carter watched with apparent fascination while I tilled our garden yesterday. 

 

    "Someday when I am big and strong I am going to till the garden!" he pronounced.

 

    "That's great!" I told him.  "I could use somebody to help me."

 

    "No!" he replied.  "You will be dead when I till."

 

    I pointed out to him that I might still be alive when he was big and strong enough to help till.

 

    "No you won't," he responded.

 

    Apparently he is intending to replace me rather than help me when it comes to tilling the garden.

 

    It is good that he is feeling better after having his tonsils out. 

We both laughed it off with his dad's comment about him feeling better, but the real message sank in and it was unsettling. His little mind is at work--and Don will be checking to see if he has inherited one of the family "gifts".

Our Weekend

We had to say goodbye to one of our original red hens yesterday. She was one of our favorites because she always wanted to hang out around the patio or the breezeway so we would see her everyday. It was apparent her three years on earth were catching up to her and she spent a lot of time just resting with her eyes closed. Saturday the little Benson kids were here to meet their new pony, Emmy, and Paige played with Little Red, and petted her quietly. The end seemed pretty near and Sunday was a nice day to move on.

The pony rides went well--Emmy was so patient and we had many trips around the barnyard with the kids. Everyone had multiple turns until we decided "the pony" needed to rest!  Uncle Donnie was prepared to make grilled hot dogs for the finale until we were informed the kids won't eat hot dogs with grill marks! (I'm worried about their upbringing!)  So we boiled their hot dogs (this will be the last time) and we grilled ours and had a little picnic in the backyard. Grandpa Benson showed up so they got a chance to see him, too. 

After a few turns at T ball, watching inch worms and playing hula hoop, their mom and dad were ready to take them home. It was only a four hour visit but seemed like more! We collapsed in the easy chairs until bedtime. 

It was also the night for a graduation party being held across the road from us. We were informed earlier that there was going to be a band and that it would be going on into the night so it wasn't any surprise but what was surprising was that it would be LOUD HEAVY METAL all night. Real head banger stuff. Lots of screaming and no music involved. I was hoping for country western. I have no idea how Don slept through most of it. I finally dropped off around 2 am and then he took over watch and said it finally wound down around 4. I was pretty much shot for the next day--big party person I am--I can't even stay up late! I worked off my fogginess in the garden by transplanting zinnias. The cucumbers and melon seeds have just sprouted and things are looking good. 

The Emmy Goes To....Me!

Actually, her name is M&M, but I think Emmy suits her better. A sweet cross between her mom, an appaloosa mare, and a pony stallion. Her coat is red roan with a buffy white blanket-- just a couple little subtle appy spots. She's really more a small horse than pony and is 8 years old. 

Our neighbors were moving and selling off their horses so I took the opportunity to increase our herd. The main objective is to have a horse for the niece and nephews to learn on this summer. 

The welcoming committee (Paisley and geese) were on hand for her arrival, and later she got to meet Chy and Cerra amid lots of squealing and kicking. Everyone survived and finally exhausted themselves to a tenuous acceptance. By tomorrow they won't be able to live without each other.

This will be a fun opportunity to start "Level 1" with a new horse--she needs it!

Rewards from the garden....

...came yesterday with the first little picking of spinach leaves and some radishes. Made up my version of the health food salad for lunch today while I update the bloggy.

My Popeye Salad

Fresh spinach leaves

Radishes

Sweet onion - thin sliced

Sliced mushrooms

Sprinkle of ground flax seed

Spray of Bragg's liquid aminos

Dollop of homemade blue cheese dressing (secret recipe)

I y'am what I y'am and I feel stronger already!

I got the peppers and tomatoes planted yesterday and tilled the melon area for today. Put in buttercup squash, watermelons, cantaloupe, pumpkins and some gourds for fun. I bought "Jack Be Little" pumpkin seeds for the little dwarf pumpkins and they went missing. Hope I can find them before I run out of space.

Sun, Wind and Weeds

Sounds like a good band name! Time has been flying by so quickly and every day has been full of spring jobs to be done. I love it all and this is what we have been waiting for. This past week has been spent doing one of the tasks that I could live without--the weeding of my flower garden patches. I got a whole pickup load of milled bark mulch to apply as I clear out the weeds. So I hope I won't be doing the HEAVY WEEDING again for a long time. If I keep up on it--maybe never! My new middle name is MULCH. 

It has been very warm today--90 degrees for some bizarre reason and I feel like I have been in a convection oven all day for I am as  ".....brown as a berry from riding the prairie..."

Riding? What is that? It's gardening season!! Friend Fran is getting ready to hit the road with Farrah Green (from Aberdeen!)  for five weeks of clinics, events, lessons and learning so I'll be "on my own" with the girls. We have our PATTERNS to learn while she's gone!

The Benson kids (nephews and niece) were here tonight and Cerra was the old pro giving bareback rides. Cade and Carter were the cowboys--our little cowgirl Paige decided next time might be soon enough.

I Wuv Wu

Paisley has turned out to be such a little love bug! He latches on to me every time he has a chance. His little "squeaky flywheel" chirp is most endearing and he has fit right into the farm routine. He is Helga and Cerra's kitty and he loves to chase chickens and squirrels. He can climb a tree like nobody's business. He has gained over three pounds since he showed up this winter. 

But, the sad truth about Paisley is that he has FIV which is the feline version of the immune deficiency virus. He was diagnosed after his runny eyes didn't clear up after a round of antibiotics. His friends at the vet clinic were all very sad at this diagnosis and I had the feeling they wanted me to put him down right away. I have kept him separate from our house kitties and that turned out to be good because he can't be kept around other cats or they risk contracting the disease. I was buying time to find out about this condition. I left the vet's office with the intention that he could live as long as he wants to. When things turned for the worse we can deal with what needs to be done.

I researched FIV on the Cornell University Veterinary School website and found out that FIV isn't a reason to automatically euthanize a cat. He probably contracted it from his mother and other than birth, it is usually spread by cat bites, scratches, and other direct contact by warring males. He could live for years before he could be overtaken by some kind of infection. 

It's sad that he will have what might be a lonely life away from other cats, but good in the sense that he can have lots of fun just by being ALIVE! And what could be better than just having a chance to be--whatever that may be--and for however long that may be. It's no different than anyone else. 

Photo Op

Fran shared these photos she took at the Farrah Green lesson day. She is going to start a little side business of taking photos at events like this. People love to have pictures of themselves and their horses! I can attest to this. It's hard to take your own picture so I think this is a valuable service! She caught me hugging her miniature horse, Ladybug, the most lovable little bit. Fran's student Phoebe uses her for lessons and had her lesson with Farrah with LB in tow.