Today was Maureen's birthday. What did we do special? How about dig a hole and put Maureen in it! Mission accomplished. Retired the underground oil tank. Switching to above ground. Beats going to Wendy's (that's what we did for Maureen's 50th... heh HEH HEH). Maureen say's she is a "Cheap Date!"... Don't agree... This one is going to COST MEEEE!!!! Especially with me trashing the post light. OOPPPS..,. What a team. Love from us... Greg.
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Well...it is the eve of our 61st birthday. Happy birthday to Annie my twin and co conspirator! As I reflect back over my life, I feel blessed. I am blessed that I have the love and loyalty of my wonderful husband Greg..I am blessed that I live and work in our little piece of Heaven with my husband, my closest friend. I have wonderful children, beautiful grandchildren and an amazing family who have loved and supported me through life's adventures, thank you for always being there for me. I am fortunate to have great, faithful friends and neighbors (neighbours in Brit speak) who made this displaced Brit feel at home in this amazing community so far from everything that was familiar to me. I inherited an adopted Mum, a feisty Texan who loves me as only a mum can and we won the friendship and support of Erin and Jim who have joined and enriched our extended ranch family . Life hasn't always been uncomplicated...but I have come to believe that what challenges you over the years makes you the person you have become. Turning 61 is another milestone with so much to achieve in the future and so much achieved, so much won and so much lost in the past. Thank you Greg for making all my dreams come true and for believing in me. My 61st birthday is just the beginning of a new adventure and I look forward to sharing many more years with such special people in such a special place. Take care, keep safe and HAPPY BIRTHDAY Annie. M
Ever had one of those days when everything went wrong... Welcome to my world today. It started well...Greg brought me my cup of tea in bed (yes ladies...I am that lucky !) from there it went down hill very rapidly. A hasty shower turned very hasty as I got in..... having neglected to check the water temperature ( not smart )..and COLD. I'm pretty certain I got at least two new wrinkles last night, I poked my eye with the mascara brush and put my T shirt on inside out. Clearly the stars were not shining on me today. Quest and Charm's stalls rated as a double national disaster, the cats threw up in the barn yard and Luke had a melt down. After lunch and determined that things could not get worse, I resolutely trundled off on the little John Deer mower into the wildly overgrown Orchard. Last week it had been a dry parched desert, this week, after some well overdue and very welcome rain, a tropical jungle. My ride on mower is currently a little (lot) challenged, the battery is very low and a contaminated fuel pump is making for a less than smooth ride....but apart from that, it's FINE ! Hose pipes from the Summer's irrigation and resident wild life, grass snakes....fleeing rabbits, irritated hornets and huge mole hills were a challenge. Low sweeping branches and falling apples raked my hair and bounced on my head, bark, leaves and flying dirt whirled in the air....I had just mowed there...how did that dandelion still exist ? Rapidly losing the will to live ( or, to be precise, mow), I headed resolutely back to the barn... noticing from the corner of my eye ( sore from the collision with a mascara brush and umpty ump attacking branches) Greg's irrigation pump well rapidly filling with bubbling, murky, muddy water. " I DIDN'T do it " was my first response as I watched him heading for the scene of the potential disaster. .....sadly, I did. My day just deteriorated even further when a stony faced Greg stared into the ( not my fault) hole) which was quickly turning into the (my fault) new ranch pond. The running hose pipe I had so carefully saved from the blades of my struggling mower had still been flowing.....ooops. I hastily called on the ranch "no blame policy" and trundled off to the barn to nurse my hurt pride.
Thankfully, as the sun sets over a freshly mown orchard, the new pond has drained...Luke decided he wasn't upset enough to refuse dinner and a hairbrush and a warm shower will resolve my bruised ego. Take care, keep safe, M Brother John and Jean were here for a short visit (one day). Well.. everyone knows that any visitor has to put in their "time" in exchange for a bed and meal. John got the dubious task of helping Maureen harvest some of the grapes that were just the right sugar content. One asks, how do we know when the sugar content is right? Around here its all based on nature. You have to beat the wasps and bees to the spoils. When you look down the row and its alive with wasps and bees, ITS TIME. Those grapes are reserved for Greg's wine! Besides, they taste good too.Corn was ready too. While waiting for the well to flush after replacing the pressure tanks, Greg went through the corn patch like a crazy deer. Nice thing is Doris the Deer didn't have a chance. Since the corn (and the rest of the veg garden) is in the old chicken coop, might I say with 6 ft high fence, netting overhead and ELECTRIC wire. We are reaping the benefits of the rich chicken manure soil! Still have melons, cucumbers, pumpkin, beets and more to go. Heh, heh, Doris.... Not this year!!
Time to go. Its dark outside and Maureen has already gone to brush her teeth. As Maureen would say, take care, stay safe and good night... G |
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