Life On and Off an Acreage

In-sights into moving from an Acreage back to Town, plus a few things I find of interest.

Two things that horses are scared about:


1. Things that move
2. Things that don't move




Old enough to be eccentric, but not rich enough
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts

March 2, 2015

Nostalgia!

It may not be a Van Gogh or a Michelangelo, but it hangs in our garage just like it was. About 6 (or 7) years ago, we showed a young lady maybe about 10 at the time, how to groom a horse, pick the feet, and ride in the pasture. Her name is Siobheal ( pronounced Chev ael). It was fun and she was a game little gal especially when the horse rubbed a staple and tore her designer jeans, plus a little skin. She was also game when the horse realized the rest of the herd was down at the end of the field and decided to gallop on down, about 250 yards. Even though the lip was quivering, she stayed on the horse and persevered. It probably inspired the song "Cowgirls Don't Cry". Like I said, a game gal!

Any way, she painted the masterpiece when she went home. It meant a lot to us to have this even though she was scared. It has a place of honour on the wall by my work bench. Yep, I miss horses and kids! I think she is about 16 now and hope that if she sees this, she is not too mortified. Hint and rule #1 " keep the horse between you and the ground" Hint #2 Just like flying a plane " Any landing is a good one, if you can walk away from it"

October 9, 2012

Every Thing Has a Season!

Our "pond" was put in for decoration and enjoyment. Alas, it has turned out to be more work than it was worth. The grand kids had a great time trying to catch goldfish with a chain of paperclips and a grasshopper.

The erection of a "No Fishing" sign made it seem to be more fun for them.

The aeration/circulation pump failed when the area dogs found that the pond was great for wading in and yes rolling in.

Without the aeration, the pond turned septic with a very nasty stench. The dogs also acquired this stench. The gold fish were brought inside for the winter and before the dogs squished them.

So, in order to start making things easier for my old age (many years from now), I decided to remove the pond. I can't remove the memories. They still remain.


For about 7 months a year, the pond looked like this or worse, depending on the amount of snow. All that remains now is a patch of clay that will have compost spread on it and grass seed.

Boots and Brooklyn will have to learn to drink from a dish (Boots). The kids are now onto bigger and better? things, like i pods and game boys.  Hopefully they will remember the pond.



June 6, 2012

April 26, 2012