It was a shamefully lazy Sunday at the Nuthouse Estate. I went outside to plant some strawberry plants and could not bring myself to come back inside. I puttered around in the dirt for a while then wormed the horses. It’s just a squirt of unpleasant tasting paste and then it’s over. Dessa takes it like a true sport but the way I have to wrangle Sugar, you would think I was tubing her. My only solution to worming her thus far, without getting myself killed, is to blindfold her – works like a charm!
While Dessa ate her supper, I brushed out her mane, which as been in braids for the past couple of months. I swear, I think her mane has grown 4” since I braided it last – it was RAVISHINGLY long! So I figured some braids might help Sugar to grow a bit more of a mane than the straggly 3” she now sports. Since her mane is so short, it doesn’t exactly lay down when braided but stands up – she looks a bit like a kid in short, spiky dreads! Maybe I’ll braid Hagrid’s beard next…
After puttering around with the horses and walking around the pasture, I just sat in the dirt on the bank and threw my head back and soaked up the sun and the fresh air and the sounds and smells of the wonderful outdoors. SURELY if I had more opportunity for such moments as this, I could endure much.
Norbert is growing like a weed. He’s got little buds on top of his head now, and I swear when I let him cuddle in my lap, he feels like he’s TWICE the size he was a couple of weeks ago!
Between him, his mother, and Thumper, the family rabbit, my once idyllic little back yard has become completely TRASHED. I found one of the goldfish from the pond under some plants beside the pond, partially decayed. I’ve yet to figure out how that happened, unless he came out with Daisy the day she fell into the pond. They’ve utterly destroyed my bench. Thumper and Norbert play chase together like two youngsters. I think Thumper is going to be sorely disappointed to lose his new companions when they return to the barn yard (which I’m hoping may be next week!). I need to get him his own pup or something.
So at the end of a long and exhausting day of wreaking havoc upon my personal space, the three of them relax on the back porch they have now taken over. If rednecks keep broken appliances and furniture on their porches, what does it make me, to have 2 goats and a rabbit on mine?
Believe it or not, I actually find comfort in such visions as these…
Somehow, it seems unimportant that I’ve accomplished nothing of any importance today.
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