My Bedlam Farm Wool Pellets, for the garden, were delivered this weekend. I’ll write about them more this coming week, but I just wanted to let you all know I now have some for sale again. ( You can read about my Wool Pellets here)
I still have some Potholders available too, along with my magnets.
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Robin checking out this years Wool Pellets. That’s his mother Lori on the bag. (Robin was on the bag last year)
Another insect I pulled from the sheep and donkey’s water bowl. This time a moth, who dried herself off, took a walk on my hand then flew away.
I was sitting under the pine tree in the back pasture meditating when the deer, still with white spots, but more a teenager than a baby, appeared in front of me.
I saw another young deer run off and disappear in the wildflowers, but this one stood watching me.
I stayed very still at first, not wanting to chase him away. He got closer and closer, staring straight at me. He was still a distance away when I took out my iPhone to take this video. I was a little surprised when he didn’t run away.
It seemed like the was getting comfortable with me being then when he suddenly took off, his big white tail, eventually the only part of him I could see.
When the timer on my phone went off, I took a little walk into the pasture and saw both of the deer run off. They had been under the apple trees, no doubt eating the fallen apples while I was meditating.
I was glad they felt safe enough to graze while I was there.
I was cutting up apples when the kitchen window glowed eerie with yellow light. The rain had stopped so I knew there was a good chance there would be a rainbow.
It stretched over the farm, one end fading into the tree line of the back pasture, the other somewhere over our neighbors property.
I let the sheep and donkeys out to graze and took some pictures while watching the colors soften and brighten, a double rainbow appearing and disappearing more than once.
On the way back to the house, I heard another apple fall from the big old Macintosh tree. The tree may have lost one of her limbs this spring, and the apples are much smaller than last year, but there are still plenty falling.
Most are heavily bruised, pecked by the chickens, eaten by the donkeys, sheep, dogs bees, ants and slugs, or just rotting in the ground.
But I salvaged a small bowl full to make into apple sauce. Just enough to use in two batches of muffins. Which I still haven’t made, so I’ll probably freeze the apple sauce until next weekend.
KittyAnne and the Swan
Bud is usually busy working, chasing squirrels and chipmunks when I’m working in my studio. But every once in a while he comes inside, where both Fate and Zinnia often are. Mostly he sits in the doorway to make sure he doesn’t miss anything while Fate and Zinnia are sleeping.
Today he and Zinnia sat together. When a firetruck went by all three dogs ran outside. Fate and Bud howling like wild things with the siren.
Bud was too far away for me to see, but I watched as Fate stood, ears flat out listening. It was as if she was waiting for something she heard in the siren to touch something deep inside, an invitation to join in.
Like when jumping rope, when two other people are turning the rope. Waiting for just the right moment to jump in.
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