Tuesday, May 13, 2025

And then my eyes leaked...

 When my older sister Dicy was around sixteen years old, my parents bought her a horse. Dad built a little one-stall barn with a tack room and Midnight came to our place to live. I don't remember her, but she was part of family folklore. 

The barn is still there. It was turned into a pool house when I was a little kid, but there was a sign that the building once had a different purpose. Dicy had carved a little two-dimensional horse and our dad hung it between the diamond pane windows that faced the house. When I was a little girl, I was in awe of that horse. It amazed me that my sister could make something so pretty from a blank piece of wood. 

My sister Deb and her husband now live in the house where I grew up. A few years ago my brother-in-law mentioned to me that they were replacing the windows on the old barn. I asked him about the little decorative horse. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I described it to him. He said he suspected it may have disintegrated and disappeared, because he had never noticed it. After all, it was over sixty years old. I was a little sad, but I am a pragmatic person, so I filed the memory of the small figure away in the happy place where such memories live. 

For Mother's Day Rachel and I packed the little girls up and drove to my sister and brother-in-laws house. We had terrific weekend that included fun and delicious family meals, time with my adorable new great-niece and an outdoor flea market on a perfect spring day. We also poked around a huge antique mall and took all the tiny girls for a swim at a beautiful heated indoor kiddie pool. 

At one point, when my brother-in-law and I were alone for a moment, he handed me a slight, flat object wrapped in red tissue paper. "I've been saving this for you." he said. "It needed a little repair, and I can make it look more perfect if you want, or you can keep it just the way it is." My curiosity was piqued, and I carefully opened up the light package. And then my eyes leaked. 

After I mentioned the little carved horse on the barn he went out and looked for it. It had been painted over numerous times and was camouflaged and unnoticed until he searched. He managed to gently pry the little equine from where it had been fused to the wall for decades, a small nail through its eye. The tail was broken in two places, but he carefully saved the fragments. He left it on his work bench for safe-keeping, then recently he glued and clamped it. 


My brother-in-law is a genuinely nice guy. He is also thoughtful and talented. "You are the only person who remembered Dicy's horse," he said. "So it should be with you." 

I opted to keep the pony just as it is, and she is now safely here at FairWinds. My eyes have stopped leaking, now I smile every time I walk past her. Thank you, John, for the amazing kindness. 


Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Dilly dally...

 Spring has been toying with us. There is a frost predicted for tonight, but that does not really matter, because there are bluebirds and tree swallows nesting in our bird houses, and the flowers are riotous. 

Rachel arrived today with an armload of loveliness all for me. 

I got right to work arranging them. What a delight. 



Nineteen or so years ago I planted some daffodil and tulip bulbs under the crabapple tree in the front yard. The daffodils are happy there and have spread. This is my view from where I work, so I get to see them nodding and bobbing in the breeze all day during their blooming season. 

Some of my sister Dicy's ashes were scattered in this spot. She had the most amazing, contagious laugh, whenever I was around her my face would hurt from smiling. I like to think of her laughing with flowers now.  

I mentioned in an earlier post that we planted some bulbs in a little rock garden that had been previously covered up with brush. It is coming into its own. I walked out tonight to admire it. There is a bird house right next to this space, with a lovely pair of tree swallows setting up housekeeping in it. I hope they appreciate the view, I know I do. 

Spring has stopped dilly dallying and is busting out in color and song all over. It's a delightful win. 



Monday, April 21, 2025

Small towns and flowers...

 For our March birthdays, Rachel and I received some cash from my sister Donna to designated to buy pansies. I've been happily anticipating this delightful shopping errand, and today was the day. I stopped into a greenhouse that I've heard about but not visited previously. It was a happy discovery. 

The greenhouse is tucked behind an old farm house and a barn full of cows. Chickens were scratching around, and beautiful 7 Tree Pond sparkled brightly at the edge of acres of sloping pasture. There was a sign near the entrance that said something like, "Feel free to browse. We are around, call --- ---- when you are ready to check out." I stepped in and was immediately awash in solar-powered warmth and the heavy, marvelous scent of warm soil and growing plants. I inhaled deeply. Several times, and grinned as I gazed up and down the rows of greenery and blossoms. It was like fast-forwarding the season and it felt (and smelled) so good. 


There was a wonderful selection of pansies. I bought one package of every color, making sure I got some that had "little faces" because they were my grandfathers favorite. 

I filled an entire tray with bright blossoms and felt almost giddy as I carried them to the cash register. I hadn't seen another soul there while I shopped, but did notice there was a self-serve pay box. 


Businesses that offer this option always make me so happy, because they are a testament to the inherent goodness of humans, something that is easy to forget when listening to the news these days. They are common around where we live, so I frequently get that same happy feeling as I buy milk, or pies, or hand-crafted items near me. 

I was getting ready to tuck some cash into the box when someone appeared to check me out. We had a nice chat and I admired my purchase as I tucked the tray safely into my front seat. 


Yesterday was Easter Sunday and we woke up to hear our furnace making alarming noises and no hot water. We called the company that sells us fuel and installed that furnace and to my surprise, they sent someone right out. On a Sunday. On a holiday. He fought valiantly with the stubborn furnace and got everything working as it should before he left. Small towns and local companies, nothing better! Add some pansies and smiles abound. 



Monday, April 14, 2025

Small blessings...


 Last fall we had the overgrown area along the road frontage cleared. A little rock garden was uncovered, all these years I never knew it was there. I ordered daffodil and tulip bulbs and got them planted. A few days later I saw that all the bulbs were lying on top of the dirt. I'm not sure if rain washed them out or a busy squirrel got to them. It was cold and almost dark when I saw this, and I did my best to get as many as I could find back in the ground. I didn't do a great job, and was pretty sure none of the would come up. 

Today I wandered out to peek, and to my glee, about half of what was planted are sprouting! 

The weather has been rainy, snowy, cold and windy. A little discouraging to be honest. Today dawned bright and clear, with the promise of temperatures in the high 50's. I puttered in the yard, burned some brush, cleaned the goat cozy and the milk room. The goat's doctor arrived at 10:00 and gave the girls their annual exam and vaccinations. She checked their inner eye lining to gauge color. This is one way to monitor goats for intestinal parasites. The mucosa should be dark pink. Five of the girls boasted excellent color, one was a little pale. She got a dose of wormer, much to her displeasure. 

Otherwise they all got a clear bill of health, and compliments on their pretty coats. Aurora is a little thin, but she didn't think that Plenty was as chubby as I think she is.

Chris did our weekly grocery shopping trip yesterday. When he got home I helped him haul in the bags, then turned around and saw this: 

What a guy! I get a kick out of arranging flowers into little antique bottles and putting them in various spots around the house. He seems to get a kick out of making me happy. This is an excellent trait in a husband. 


With spring so slow in showing herself, having fresh flowers in the house makes things more cheerful. 

We had a "spend-the-night" with the Owlet and Cygnet last weekend so their parents could have a date and a decent nights sleep. The girls were delightful, but I found myself awake at 3:00 AM to do a diaper change and offer a bottle to the wee one. I was a little grumpy about it, to be honest. Then, as I was soothing them both back to sleep, I got a grip on my thought process. "Here I am in my nice house  entrusted with two healthy, happy grandchildren whom I adore. What gifts I have." I kissed their little heads and spent a long time counting my blessings. Those two particular blessings? Not small. 



Monday, April 7, 2025

Weekend adventure...

 There was a time when I went to lots of  big grooming education seminars every year. Sometimes I was in a grooming competition, sometimes taking classes, and for many years I was teaching other groomers. I flew to New Jersey, Chicago, Pennsylvania, and Texas. I drove to some that were closer, like Rhode Island and Massachusetts. I flew to Montreal and one memorable year to Germany. I worked hard at these shows, met amazing groomers from all over, and learned a lot. But I have not been to one for several years. This winter I found that a grooming friend of mine, (we once competed in the same show together, 25 or so years ago) was going to be in New Hampshire giving a small class. I signed up so fast it made my credit card spin. 

Since the class was going to be a short drive from my sisters house, I "coerced" her into letting me spend the night in their comfortable guest room on Saturday so I wouldn't have to leave home at the crack of dawn. She upped the ante and planned a fun outing for us and she and her sweet husband took me out for an excellent meal, too. 

The outing on Saturday was to explore a completely enormous antique place that is an old Mill in Lawrence, MA. I've never seen anything quite like it and we had a terrific time poking around the huge building. There were two stories of amazing things to see and I enjoyed every second of it. 

I have been looking for a pretty new mirror for a bathroom makeover and found one that I really like for under $50. I chatted with a pleasant employee who asked me, "Do  you still work?" and then suggested I might need help carrying my 15 pound purchase to the car. I guess turning 65 last week made me seem suddenly old? Harumph! I told her I can still sling 50 pound bags of animal feed and could manage the mirror on my own, thankyouverymuch! 

Later in the day I got to go snuggle our newest family member. She gave me a big grin and let me get a good cuddle and a few kisses in. Bliss! 


On Sunday morning I drove to the seminar in a heavy downpour, so there were a few white-knuckled moments while I navigated unfamiliar roads with low visibility. I was happy to arrive safely and on time. Besides the speaker, there was only one other person there that I had met before. As I looked around I realized that I was, by far, the oldest person there. The pleasant woman sitting next to me told me she was from Massachusetts and has been grooming for three years. I felt like a bit of a dinosaur and didn't tell her I've been at the table for 41! 

I learned a few new little tricks, and felt validated that I groom similarly to the woman giving the demonstration. I loved the energy of being in a room with a bunch of like-minded people, (and adorable dogs!) and I bought some new tools to "play" with. I came home feeling like my batteries had been recharged. The skies had cleared and I had smooth sailing on the three hour drive home.

Chris had a delicious swordfish supper ready for me, a fire in the woodstove, and had taken exceptional care of all the animals while I was away. After an enthusiastic greeting from dogs and husband, I settled in happily to the comfort of home, feeling like I'd been away more than one night. As my parents used to say, "It's good to go away, but good to come home again." Indeed. 

I enjoyed my weekend adventure! 

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Celebrations...

 March is full of celebrations at FairWinds. There are three birthdays, Bravo's, Rachel's and mine. I turned 65 year this year, so it felt b i g. Chris and I celebrated our 41'st wedding anniversary as well. There is mutual gratitude for the life we have built together. 

On Rachel's birthday we had a special breakfast, then did some antique shopping. I bought her any little thing that made her eyes light up. The Owlet and the Cygnet were delightful, and seemed to enjoy the big antique store almost as much as we did. The building had three stories and I was up and down the stairs with the Cygnet on my hip. It occurred to me that I was at this same place before I had my knee surgery and I stayed firmly on the main floor, because those stairs would have been painful to navigate. More to be grateful for! 


There was a little lunch out and a couple other interesting stores explored. We had a nice family supper at home to cap it off, with a very special cheesecake for dessert. All told it was a particularly wonderful day. 

I gave Chris a few little things he'd been wanting for anniversary gifts, but I also had a tree in the front yard professionally trimmed up to make lawn mowing much easier. I think that was a particularly thoughtful present, as working under that tree has made him use colorful language on more than on occasion. 


He, in turn, took down the goat mineral feeder we had installed a few months ago. That one did not stand up to caprine antics well, so I bought some that seem sturdier. I also got nice little metal plates that are engraved with the symbol for each mineral, and he put those on, too. These will make keeping the individual minerals organized so much less complicated. 


The goats were overjoyed and poked their little faces in each  of the twenty different compartments to see what they wanted to snack on. 



Of course there is always one that has to be different. We'll see how the feeders hold up to this treatment. 


The Owlet "helped" us. She locked the goats out of the shed while we worked, but wanted to look at them, so she cleverly dragged a muck bucket over to get a good view.                                       

Our  busy March ended with a late snow, quite a lot of rain and some dense fog. More snow is expected tonight, and I don't think anyone is celebrating that. 




Saturday, March 22, 2025

Spring..!

 Spring takes its time arriving in Maine. Today was delightfully warm and sunny. Chris headed off to do his typical Saturday errands, which include going to the bank, buying groceries, taking trash to the transfer station, and picking up anything we need at the hardware store. 

I cleaned our big chicken coop, and lit a fire in the ring in the backyard. It crackled companionably while I worked and smelled nice. I picked up sticks and twigs and bits of paper and bark and such that had been blown around the yard by winter storms and tossed them in the fire, making a nice dent in backyard clean up. I also goofed off a little, avoiding cleaning the goat house as long as I could. I sat for a while listening to the song birds, who are all tuning up for mating season. I heard a nuthatch, a song sparrow, a cardinal and tufted titmouse. They sounded glorious.

The chickens are enthusiastic about the change in seasons. They have begun to dig dust wallows where they roll and fluff their feathers, working dirt deep into their downy fluff to absorb oils and repel insects. 


I normally quite enjoy cleaning the goat cozy, but since the weather has been unpleasant for the last few weeks, with lots of ice and snow, I had not cleaned it in a while. I layered fresh bedding on top of the old stuff, so the goats had a soft, dry surface to stay warm. This works great, but cleaning it up is a chore. I easily raked up three barrows full of dry hay and shavings. But beneath that I had to work hard to scrape and rake up the heavy, wet layer that remained. It was about as much fun as I expected it would be. I hauled heavy barrow after heavy barrow away, and got quite a work out. It was so warm that soon I shrugged off my coat and gloves. It was lovely to feel the sun and air on my skin.

I was almost finished and my back was complaining. Just then Chris returned from his errands and came outside. He kindly filled the last wheelbarrow with what remained. I fell in love with him all over again.  All that was left to do was sweep up the last little bit and spread a bag of fresh shavings. The instant we were finished the goats all rushed to inspect our work. It makes me laugh every time. 

They are enjoying the weather as much as I am. There has been lots of running, head butting, and goat dancing. Joy on hooves. 

Spring toys with us here in the north, but days like this make it all seem worthwhile.