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

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Life on the Farm



If there had been a rainbow yesterday I would likely be writing this from Oz. Can we say WINDY? It still ended up being a really busy day for Mark and a somewhat busy day for me. We had seven hay racks in the former indoor arena needing unloading. The hay guy and some of his family came to unload, so Mark was busy with that all afternoon. For those who don't know, a hay rack holds around 130 square bales. Next Bob will bring the round bales to get the beasties through their winter days outside. Bob has supplied my hay since about 2000. His daughter used to work here and travelled with me to horse shows. She was a lot of fun, that one was. She now has her own training business on her parents property.

I busied myself in the morning making potato soup. It's bland in color but not in taste. Some creme fraiche gives it zing. We probably have two more meals left.

I set to braising beef in white wine, onion, garlic in the afternoon. It became a stroganoff knock-off. I sauteed mushrooms to add into Mark's plate. I cannot stand mushrooms! Other than this, I did do some weather stripping, which rounded off my day. Then I finished a book.


Today is now Mark's manure day. Are you getting a picture of what life on a horse farm is like? 

Happy Sunday. 

 

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