mornings at the barn

Horses are on night turn out now so I am at the barn a couple of times a day, to let them into their stalls and again to check on their hay and water.  They come in and have their breakfast and relax out of the bugs and the heat for the day.

I, on the other hand, head out to the garden, in the sun and the bugs. Barefoot, hatless, gloveless and working with the sprinkler on is keeping me cool and happy. The garden is full of my little babies, pushing their way through the dirt.  Each vegetable has it own signature leaves that I have been looking for since the end of May.  And they are here!  

The barn swallows are happy with the new arrangement since the big barn doors are always open now, not shut overnight.  They can go get breakfast a little earlier. Vern was talking to one mama birdie in her nest last night, so cute... both of them.  I heard a lot of furious chirping this morning as I walked in. Oh no, what's up?  Hmm there's Theo strolling by, has he been bad or is he just waiting for me and cat food?  

I reflect back on my harrowing mornings in the past and am very thankful that I have learned that horses, at least these horses,  are kind and aren't stumbling along trodding on my feet or bowling me over. Much happy mama at 9 am, coffee in hand, horse kisses, warm and sunny.

Today's smile was brought to me by Sierra nibbling up apple crunchie treats from between the bars on her stall.