Right....so, where do I start ? I guess, sorry is as good a place as any, sorry there haven't been any farm shenanigan updates, sorry that there has been no photos....really sorry....but, we have been busy sharing the past week with sister Annie and her husband Malc who have traded their busy city lives in the UK for two weeks of life on the ranch. Easy trade ? Casual wake up at sensible hour, relaxed morning with a cup of hot tea and the daily newspaper compared with silly o'clock alarm when the moon is still high in the sky and the sun is still hiding behind the Eastern horizon. Breakfast is no leisurely event in the ranch kitchen, a bowl of bubbling oatmeal is consumed whilst the multi-colored eggs are being counted and packed, a cup of tea is repeatedly lost and found as it's owner passes from bedroom to kitchen and back again. Bran and Luke are dispatched to do "their duty" and water a tree or three and the cuckoo clock chimes the half hour.....7.30 am and time to head down to the big cedar barn, another day has begun.
This week has been full of great sadness and joy. Annie and Malc's flight had been followed all day on flight tracker....take off in London's Heathrow Airport initiated several hours of following a little red arrow on the computer screen as Flight BA49 traversed the Atlantic Ocean, Iceland and flew high above the Winter storms on the East coast. On a gray Thursday morning in the Pacific Northwest, I Watched the little red tracking arrow cross Montana and drop into the skies of Eastern Washington....I breathed a sigh of relief when I knew that the aircraft had landed, I felt a rush of happiness and relief when BA49 was at the gate. I jumped for joy when the Kitsap Airporter pulled into the Purdy Park and Ride...Annie and Malc were back at the ranch, two weeks on the ranch....two weeks to set the world right, two weeks with my twin sister and her long suffering husband..we could create chaos together in two weeks and we are working on it !!!
On Monday we had to say a very sad goodbye to an old friend. T Bone finally surrendered to age and infirmity. As I looked into his face and saw the age in his eyes, I saw the grey flecks in his coat and I saw how he struggled to move his weak old bones. I knew he was tired and I knew that T Bone felt it was time to go. Sue and Dan were there with him at the end as they have been through his senior years. T Bone has gone, but that big old bay gelding with more than his fair share of attitude will never be forgotten. Rest easy old man....miss you.
Well, the cuckoo clock says it is bedtime...the dogs are ready, the kettle is boiling...so, from Greg and I, Annie and Malc, I guess it's time to say goodnight, take care and keep safe. M xx
This week has been full of great sadness and joy. Annie and Malc's flight had been followed all day on flight tracker....take off in London's Heathrow Airport initiated several hours of following a little red arrow on the computer screen as Flight BA49 traversed the Atlantic Ocean, Iceland and flew high above the Winter storms on the East coast. On a gray Thursday morning in the Pacific Northwest, I Watched the little red tracking arrow cross Montana and drop into the skies of Eastern Washington....I breathed a sigh of relief when I knew that the aircraft had landed, I felt a rush of happiness and relief when BA49 was at the gate. I jumped for joy when the Kitsap Airporter pulled into the Purdy Park and Ride...Annie and Malc were back at the ranch, two weeks on the ranch....two weeks to set the world right, two weeks with my twin sister and her long suffering husband..we could create chaos together in two weeks and we are working on it !!!
On Monday we had to say a very sad goodbye to an old friend. T Bone finally surrendered to age and infirmity. As I looked into his face and saw the age in his eyes, I saw the grey flecks in his coat and I saw how he struggled to move his weak old bones. I knew he was tired and I knew that T Bone felt it was time to go. Sue and Dan were there with him at the end as they have been through his senior years. T Bone has gone, but that big old bay gelding with more than his fair share of attitude will never be forgotten. Rest easy old man....miss you.
Well, the cuckoo clock says it is bedtime...the dogs are ready, the kettle is boiling...so, from Greg and I, Annie and Malc, I guess it's time to say goodnight, take care and keep safe. M xx
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