Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Saturday, February 25, 2012

If it's Saturday......

....it means spending the day in here.
It's not all fun and games. These dear beasts lead to a lot of
 this.
Crap happens and on the farm it happens in spades, or at least by the manure fork full.

Yes, I really do live on a farm.
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8 comments:

  1. lol Love the pics. But gosh! That is one big barn. I didn't realise it was so big. Guess I was thinking somethig Farville size. ☺

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  2. That is what I call a spectacular Stable!

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  3. It is a big barn, it's an old dairy barn which we turned into a horse barn. It's wonderful and why we bought this place!

    Thank you Lori. Lots of stalls to clean.....

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  4. What a beautiful place, but wow, what a lot of work! Still, I imagine it's work that brings you so close to the horses, to the earth.

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  6. Marion, That silly boy jumping for joy brings me close to the horses. : ) His name, by the way, is Bounce!

    Denise, thank you. I turned the dairy barn into a horse barn, with the help of a great carpenter.

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  7. I alway romanticize about owning a farm or rural property and I'm sure you could quickly set me straight. But still.....

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  8. I could, deb. It has its rewards, but the big drawback because of the horses is, I can't travel. Even being gone for the day must be planned. It limits my life. On the other hand, it's not a bad place to live if your life is going to be limited!

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I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.

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