Stripey schemes and meadow dreams

As you may recall, I am the proud resident of a very charming little barn—some might call it a shed—which shelters me in the winter from rain, and in the summer from sun. This spring Farmwife and Farmhusband decided it should be painted.

Green, suggested Farmwife.

Red, suggested Farmhusband. 

Teal, suggested Farmwife. 

Yellow, suggested Farmhusband.

 Stripey, suggested Farmwife? She was thinking of a retro Chevy squarebody (a quick Google search will show you what I mean), but didn't quite know how to make that practical on boards and battons.

 Farmhusband, who is a wizard, not only figured how how the stripes ought to go, but also arranged for the painting to be done. What I ended up with, almost in the blink of an eye, is the brightest, most cheerful, stripeavaganza of a barn. Even the neighbors are fond of it!

In front of the barn is a vast expanse of grass which I am not allowed to sample on account of my laminitis. Not only is Farmwife opposed to letting me eat the grass, she's trying to reduce the grass altogether by interspersing it with flowers! She has planted meadow mix all over the yard, promising a very picturesque vista for those approaching my paddock in future. 

Next week, I will tell you the story of why there is another animal on the Atomic Ranch, and how fond the humans are of her, and how I am teaching her all about the Muleness.

Ears to you,

Songbird