Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Gut-punched

This morning I took photos of color.

This evening I took photos of color.

And then I went down to do evening chores . . . and found Browning dead.
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We're in shock. Browning was still under the weather but not worse; we had wormed him after everything pointed to parasites, and Rick said it would take awhile for him to bounce back. Maybe we'll learn more tomorrow after a necropsy.

Browning was the lamb that Brian begged to keep as his sheep eight years ago. He has always been an outstanding Shetland ambassador, a calm and friendly fellow who would let anyone pet him. One magical day years ago, he and Jackson romped as friends, a joyous glimpse of when the lion and the lamb will lay down together in peace, in a place where death will be no more.


Monday, September 19, 2016

Vexation, verses and views

The weekend's rain and this morning's sunrise brought to mind Isaiah 55:12 (NKJV)
          “For you shall go out with joy,
         And be led out with peace;
         The mountains and the hills
         Shall break forth into singing before you,
         And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."

Yep, that sunrise made me break out in song, and brought joy to my heart. God knew I needed that; last night I went to bed with a headache so bad it was making me nauseous, brought on by dealing with the testy, testing teenager. This morning Brian woke us up by walking into our dark bedroom and flipping on the overhead light; thankfully, my headache was gone . . . and before too terribly long, Brian was, too. He's got a soccer game in Roseburg this afternoon; I decided I'm not driving six hours round trip to watch him play. Call me a bad mom if you want; I'm going to the game in Beaverton Wednesday afternoon. Pffft.

Back to the lovely morning.
Everything is fresher after rain; colors are brighter, and you can almost hear the plants sigh with relief. The grass will green up almost overnight. The weeds will respond equally fast. They are already sprouting a bumper crop where I've been watering the three rows of beets I recently planted:
Some of those seedlings ARE beets. ;-) I noticed a few bush beans that need to be picked when I went out Friday to get tomatoes and parsley for tabbouli; I'll pick the beans and one of those Japanese eggplants, check the zucchini plants, and weed some this afternoon. Then I'll fix supper for Rick and myself. Maybe, while we make the final arrangements for our trip to British Columbia, I'll knit some more on this.
One last little respite before four solid days of crazy. ;-)

That's it for a relatively quiet Monday at . . .

Friday, September 16, 2016

Change is a-comin' – and welcome!

This morning's sunrise view of Mt. Adams:

And a bonus sunrise view of Mt. Hood from earlier in the week:

Nothing out of the ordinary, those. But as I was returning to the house from chores this morning, I noticed the mackerel sky. Ah, change is a-comin'!
Up in the garden (resetting a soaker hose; count on the forecast or the clouds), I turned and looked over the house to see the edge of the front pushing east.

Here's hopin' we get a good soakin' over the weekend!

Still, the dry, sunny weather has been good for some things. This week Brian played in his first two soccer games ever, one away and one at home; the at home game was last night (I posted blurry photos of his first game on Instagram). Can you "find Elmo" in each of the photos below? ;-)

And earlier yesterday, one of my best friends and I enjoyed a perfect day at the beach with our horses. (More photos to come over on my dressage blog.)

Now back to applying myself to cleaning my filthy house and making food for tomorrow's church potluck before picking up Brian from school and driving him to his violin lesson.

That's it for now from . . .

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The pause that refreshes

Bless Rick's heart for offering to drive to Salem to pick up Brian this evening; it gave me the first wiggle room I've had in my schedule for waaay too long. I used it to take a NAP (gasp!), which sure did make me feel better – if a little disoriented – afterward. Not only have things have been go-go-go from early morning until (much too) late at night, but Brian came home from his backpacking trip with a cold, and now I have it, too. Better than my co-worker who I've been covering for for a week and a half; she came back from her trip with the flu, so I worked today as well.

The renaissance fair last Sunday was fun while it lasted; my MIL and I both needed to get home to get things done in the afternoon so we left before seeing everything. Besides memories, photographs, and lunch, my MIL and I both picked up a few small gifts, my friend Debbie bought and wore a flower crown, and I picked up some lovely combed mohair locks ($2 for 100g) to spin and knit a souvenir (maybe plied with something else).










Not too far from the renaissance fair was this beautiful old covered bridge. We stopped on our way home to read its history and take some photos.

Browning has not continued to improve. He's gotten more B complex and Nuflor, and tonight Rick  checked his heart and lungs (good), drew blood and took fecal samples. We could be dealing with worm issues, since this has not been an exemplary year for sheep husbandry because weed seeds and dry weather have severely limited pasture time.

Here's hoping I feel well enough tomorrow to enjoy what's planned – the beach ride with a friend I've waited for all summer!

That's it for now from . . .