Its been a most wonderful summer. The bounty of the earth in full swing. It seems we are in the midst of harvesting, canning and freezing all the goodness that surrounds us. Rose petals infused and dried for further candies and lotions. Apricots, raspberries, Oregon grape, Elderberry, Cherries, pears, apples and more. Lovely visits from family, The Mountain Festival, the youngsters coming of age riding the tractor, ride mower and honing driving skills down dirt country roads just like we did out in the desert all those years ago. I am so happy to be in a place where kids can still grow in such freedoms! The Mountain Blue birds returned, along with many other summer favorites. I saw my first California Condor, what I sight, almost extinct, the 1,000 chick just born. How bankrupt my soul would be had I never laid eyes on that gigantic soaring wonder. Deer and Elk roam the neighborhood. They sleep in surrounding fields. Such Majesty they bring. Most creatures here...
Sometimes, life graces you with a good buddy for many years. This was the case with Goldie, 17 years of steadfast comradery. She was found as a 3 month old pup, roaming a parking lot. I was observing her from a far. Those she approached for help shunned her. I rolled the old El Co up near her, opened the door, squatted on the ground and said, "most don't listen well do they kid?" She sheepishly approached me, ears back, tail wagging with an embarrassed look in those gorgeous, black lined, eyes. She hopped in the car. We did a courtesy round through the parking lot asking if she belonged to anyone - we were ignored. I drove home with my new buddy and she easily joined the existing pack of Murphy, Winston, ChiDoxie and Peppy. She fit like a glove in the household and was nothing but perfect. Her cross of shepherd and Golden was just the sweetest, loving and caring mix. As she grew into her perfect self, she was the perfect momma to all the pack. The surviving part...
On March 13, I walked up our country dirt road, remedy bag in hand to a neighbor's home. The morning still, the sun warm, the air floral scented as spring, emerald green clothed the valley. Birdsong was the theme. I had worked on this mare before, years ago. The mare was pregnant, soon to foal. She had a bit of discharge that caused the guardian concern. No vet was able to come. I got the text and went to see the mare the following day. A beautiful racer she is, so full of life - in so many ways. The mare settled into the work. I left remedies and instructions... This past Saturday I got the text, the babe was born. Arriving in the Year of the Fire Horse, right after the Full Moon in Aries - this one will be a firecracker! Its been a flurry of loved beings passing of late, Dolly last September. My beloved cat Queenie, my sister passed January 1 of this year. Such events leave one in the changing tides of emotion grieving brings, revisiting the many layers of var...
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