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Beauty

In the eye of FarmWife, this is beauty personified. Er . . . mulonified.



When she's too busy to blog, and when she's too busy to ride, I am with her. I am in her desktop photo, and I am in her heart. I am also in her back yard, which is very exciting because it means that even on busy days she can come out and give me a carrot now and then.

Ears to you,
Fenway 

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  1. ValentinoOctober 3, 2010 at 11:27 AM

    "I am also in her back yard, which is very exciting because it means that even on busy days she can come out and give me a carrot now and then."

    Farmwife is indeed a lucky human!!

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  2. BifOctober 3, 2010 at 4:51 PM

    And most shocking, the sun even appears to be shining... are you sure you are still in Washington?

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  3. Marnie JacksonOctober 4, 2010 at 8:49 AM

    We are lucky, AND we are sunned upon! This autumn has been lovely in comparison to Juneuary and Augtober, suffered four and two months ago respectively.

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  4. DianaOctober 5, 2010 at 10:52 AM

    FenBar -

    Today is my birthday. My dear husband gave me a sheet of stamps which capture my sweet mare's cuteness AND two coffee mugs. On the front is another photo of her royal cuteness, and on the back a saying that may resonate with your beloved FarmWife = "1300 pounds of therapy."

    And from the royal princess herself, a fantabulous gift - two canter pirouettes. These have been the tantalizing goal for the past 4 months or so. And today, I asked and because I asked nicely and had properly balanced myself, I was rewarded.

    Happy Birthday month to you, too, FB!

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