If you love something, set it free. That's what they say, isn't it? With that old adage in mind, I begrudgingly permitted FarmWife's friends and employers to borrow her for this little weekend jaunt she's been on. "Ta…
Air travel vignettes
On a plane bound from San José to Seattle—a Disney-themed plane, with strains of "hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go" piping faintly through the speakers—a man and woman sit across the aisle in yellow medical masks. The mas…
Santa Cruz
Visiting coastal California fills me with pangs of nostalgic longing. I love these landscapes and their flora, as I think I've shared before: the grasslands, the live oaks, the eucalyptus, the undulating hills. Yesterday, a morning spen…
Dowsing for horses
FarmWife is a bit of a horse diviner . . . wherever she goes, there they are. Here are a pair of draft horses, upon whom she stumbled during yesterday's tour of historic timber frames in the Santa Cruz area. They were rather bored with…
FarmWife
Since FarmWife is away at a conference, I figured we could talk about her a bit. She's a half a bubble off plumb, you know.
FarmWife was raised in a barn from age 14 to 18. It was a nice barn, and eventually had running water and elec…
The Fenway 50, #6
The Fenway 50, #6- Your favorite memory of visiting with people. (For those not in the know, this is the Fenway 50 master list). Here's a nice photo of the culmination of nearly two solid weeks of visitors: in the summer of 2010 we had…
Most Valuable Player
FarmWife has taken it upon herself to kill about 1000 square feet of lawn, the better for avoiding mowing. I am her loyal and devoted servant in this matter. What I cannot obliterate by overgrazing, I stifle with my abundant leavings. I pi…
A goodly day
Robin does many things "goodly," and is free with her compliments when she catches others doing things goodly too. I cook goodly, for instance. Her father builds goodly, and Fenway brays goodly for his breakfast. The grass grows …
Random things FarmWife had to do today
Today, FarmWife rescued her fence from the blackberries (the triffid-like brambles had overgrown so heavily as to snap the wire stays), applied Vaseline to Missy's dried up old boobies (ah, the things we do for love), discovered and tr…
Exciting talk
There is talk in the human abode of getting me a friend: a friend who is the size of a goat, but who is not a goat. A friend whom I shall be required to share with the human children (gladly, of course!). A friend with Muleness. Apparently…
Hardly a glimpse
I catch hardly a glimpse of FarmWife these days, as April is notorious as her busiest time of year. She'll go to a conference at the end of the month, and after that we'll pass our days in merry repose beneath the dappling shade of…
Busy weekend
I am looking at a VERY busy weekend, folks: a weekend, that is, to be spent staring at the spot where FarmWife ought to be when she is not terribly busy at her computer or out and about.
I want you to know right now that I do love you all…
The Fenway 50, #5
Here's the original post on the Fenway 50 if you missed it.
Here, for #5, is a photo of my second worst "oops" moment. My worst "oops" moment had something to do with whirling and bolting headlong and heedless down …
A better day
Whether it's the nicer footing (hello, sun!) or the MSM (goodbye, loading doses!), my hock is looking a bit better today. Bray for my continued improvement.
Days like this make a mule happy to be alive! The sun is shining, the trough …
Reprinted from the Brayer
So much has changed since I last wrote column for the Brayer two months ago! I tried to get in shape for camping, and my hock went kablooey again, and I was retired from strenuous activity altogether, and Schneider's Saddlery heard ab…
Fair Weather, Fowl Friends
Today is my smallest filly's birthday. Our mail order ducklings (who were not birthday presents, but who do serve to make a birthday feel more festive) arrived right on time, but alas! Only two came, as the third breed FarmWife had req…
Eight years ago today
Eight years ago today, FarmWife and FarmHusband were married at the Peace Abbey in Sherborn while a looming, bronze Ghandi looked on. (Actually, he didn't: they were indoors, he was out.)
The guesthouse and chapel in Sherborn are now …
State of the Humans
Did anyone get fooled yesterday? Not me. FarmWife is very nice about not playing nasty tricks.
I wanted to update you all on the state of my humans. They're doing terribly interesting things these days!
FarmHusband has become a jogg…
Skokomish Farms
Have you hear of Skokomish Farms ? It's a neat idea, and one I'd consider trying out if I had a lot more money. The thing is, I'd like to do it with 18 families of my choosing rather than with 18 families of perfect strangers. C…
Bob Dylan has prophesied
♫ My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain. The best is always yet to come, That's what they explain to me. ♫ Does that sound like Wickersham or does that sound like Wickersham?! I think Old Bob was trying to tell FarmWife som…
Fenway 50, #4
#4 on the Fenway 50 (search for it at right if you missed the first post) is a photo of a day that impacted my life. Here goes:
This is the day that my mini buddy and I moved in with FarmWife. The molly found another wonderful home, while…
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