Thursday, September 19
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
More gorgeous fall weather.
Liking a watercolor painting much better after working on it some more last night.
I didn't go anywhere today, just got a few things done at home.
I pulled more grass and weeds out of the garden to try to get it all cleaned up before winter. There's always more grass and weeds to pull, if I'm ever bored.
At least the soil is a lot more loose than when we started all those years ago. The soil used to form blocks like bricks when it got dry. We've added probably a truckload of rotted manure every spring since we got the ponies, and it really helped.
My Sweetie came home in good time today, after picking up the mail and some food for Jones in town on his way home.
He pulled the carrots, since I told him if he didn't, Roxy was going to keep stealing them and eating them. She's become quite the garden pirate this summer. More than she used to be.
Everyone got some time in the pastures, and after they were out for a while I worked with Wonder and Dandy for the first time in a while. They did okay. Wonder is a very sweet horse. For all that she is spooky and sensitive, she genuinely loves attention and connection.
I decided to just replace the cord for the electric fence in Wonder's pen (it helps limit her access to grass) since it looks like the current isn't traveling all the way through it any more. It wears out, the little wire gets broken somewhere in the cord, and then it means the fence isn't electrified any more. Rather than try to figure out where it was broken and make a new join, I just ran new cord. It's not overly expensive. It also might have been broken in more than one place, as this is older cord now.
That didn't take long, and hopefully it serves it's intended purpose again.
Then I came in, we ate, and managed to have supper early enough to watch an episode of "1883". It's a pretty good show, even if it is a bit over the top dramatic. It does unfortunately seem realistic how many people died trying to cross the prairies to Oregon.
More gorgeous fall weather.
Liking a watercolor painting much better after working on it some more last night.
I didn't go anywhere today, just got a few things done at home.
I pulled more grass and weeds out of the garden to try to get it all cleaned up before winter. There's always more grass and weeds to pull, if I'm ever bored.
At least the soil is a lot more loose than when we started all those years ago. The soil used to form blocks like bricks when it got dry. We've added probably a truckload of rotted manure every spring since we got the ponies, and it really helped.
My Sweetie came home in good time today, after picking up the mail and some food for Jones in town on his way home.
He pulled the carrots, since I told him if he didn't, Roxy was going to keep stealing them and eating them. She's become quite the garden pirate this summer. More than she used to be.
Everyone got some time in the pastures, and after they were out for a while I worked with Wonder and Dandy for the first time in a while. They did okay. Wonder is a very sweet horse. For all that she is spooky and sensitive, she genuinely loves attention and connection.
I decided to just replace the cord for the electric fence in Wonder's pen (it helps limit her access to grass) since it looks like the current isn't traveling all the way through it any more. It wears out, the little wire gets broken somewhere in the cord, and then it means the fence isn't electrified any more. Rather than try to figure out where it was broken and make a new join, I just ran new cord. It's not overly expensive. It also might have been broken in more than one place, as this is older cord now.
That didn't take long, and hopefully it serves it's intended purpose again.
Then I came in, we ate, and managed to have supper early enough to watch an episode of "1883". It's a pretty good show, even if it is a bit over the top dramatic. It does unfortunately seem realistic how many people died trying to cross the prairies to Oregon.
