Somewhere in the world Laura is making someone smile. That young Lady was here less than two weeks but worked her way into our home and our hearts. Happy travels Laura PLEASE keep safe !
Grace our youngest ever WOOFER volunteer returned home to Edmunds for the weekend, hopefully a little (lot) of rest and recuperation to prepare her for another week of experiences and muscle building. Smile. Laura’s departure for pastures new and Grace’s weekend off meant that Greg and I were “home alone” once again but with no time for him to chase me around the hay bales and even less time for him to catch me ! Charm and the rest of our four legged family was happy to be brought in from the hot steamy pasture at around 3.30 as we needed time to prepare for an over scheduled evening. The Bi-Annual Barn dance/ho down/square dance was taking place at the beautiful Silverbow Farm and we were fortunate to have been invited once again….. An evening out straight after barn chores when I have less than 20 minutes to transform takes something of a miracle, thankfully, I have become accustomed to making miracles happen and finished off with my dancing cowboy boots and my Stetson perched on my head we headed off to the party with moments to spare. Sadly (and happily) the event was on the clock as, in the skies above the Pacific North West, Song was preparing for her arrival at SeaTac airport. Song is a house guest that we had hosted last year and, all the way from South Korea has returned to our ranch for a 14 day visit. Still wearing my cowboy boots, fluffy petticoats and Annie Oakley outfit (minus the gun) we left a lively party to head down the freeway to the airport. Clearly Saturday was the busiest day of the year for SeaTac, evidently half the population of Seattle was either heading to the airport or landing there and all at the same time we were scheduled to pick up our young friend. There was apparently no option, cars were backed up, people were everywhere and no waiting allowed…..dressed in my authentically unauthentic cowgirl outfit, I had to get out and search for a tiny Asian girl. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am not exactly qualified for search and find as If anyone is going to get lost it will be me. With no phone….cowgirls didn’t have phones right ? I was all alone dressed like a film extra wandering around baggage collection No. 2. Unfortunately, five flights were simultaneously arriving and five flights worth of suitcases were trundling endlessly around the carrousel. It appeared that not only was half of Seattle at the airport….90% of the tired hot passengers appearing in the collection area were of Asian descent. This created several huge problems for me (1) At 5’9” and blonde there was nowhere for me to hide…and I really wanted to hide (2) How did I find little South Korean when South Korea, China and Japan all seemed to have arrived at Baggage collection carousel No. 2 and (3) What if I lost Greg, out in a seemingly endless stream of traffic going round and round the airport…even more scaringly…what if I lost me ? The quote of the night from a mildly amused onlooker as I hesitated to turn and run or brave it out …..”LOVE your cowboy boots”. Fortunately, my strange attire was actually my saving grace, how could Song fail to see a 5’9” blonde in a lacy skirt and cowboy boots and from across the airport I heard her call and race across the floor arms outstretched. Ahhhh bless.
Song spent yesterday reacquainting herself with every animal, chicken, turkey and blade of grass on the ranch. In the heat of the sun she and Greg elected to hide away in the shade and added more boarding to the barn kitchen wall. Not familiar with power tools and with a hammer almost as big as her, our smiling little guest added another experience to her bucket list. Welcome “home” Song.
Last night Grace returned to the ranch smiling. It was good to see her return from the city safe and we look forward to yet another week.
Timed out again, take care, keep safe, M
Grace our youngest ever WOOFER volunteer returned home to Edmunds for the weekend, hopefully a little (lot) of rest and recuperation to prepare her for another week of experiences and muscle building. Smile. Laura’s departure for pastures new and Grace’s weekend off meant that Greg and I were “home alone” once again but with no time for him to chase me around the hay bales and even less time for him to catch me ! Charm and the rest of our four legged family was happy to be brought in from the hot steamy pasture at around 3.30 as we needed time to prepare for an over scheduled evening. The Bi-Annual Barn dance/ho down/square dance was taking place at the beautiful Silverbow Farm and we were fortunate to have been invited once again….. An evening out straight after barn chores when I have less than 20 minutes to transform takes something of a miracle, thankfully, I have become accustomed to making miracles happen and finished off with my dancing cowboy boots and my Stetson perched on my head we headed off to the party with moments to spare. Sadly (and happily) the event was on the clock as, in the skies above the Pacific North West, Song was preparing for her arrival at SeaTac airport. Song is a house guest that we had hosted last year and, all the way from South Korea has returned to our ranch for a 14 day visit. Still wearing my cowboy boots, fluffy petticoats and Annie Oakley outfit (minus the gun) we left a lively party to head down the freeway to the airport. Clearly Saturday was the busiest day of the year for SeaTac, evidently half the population of Seattle was either heading to the airport or landing there and all at the same time we were scheduled to pick up our young friend. There was apparently no option, cars were backed up, people were everywhere and no waiting allowed…..dressed in my authentically unauthentic cowgirl outfit, I had to get out and search for a tiny Asian girl. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am not exactly qualified for search and find as If anyone is going to get lost it will be me. With no phone….cowgirls didn’t have phones right ? I was all alone dressed like a film extra wandering around baggage collection No. 2. Unfortunately, five flights were simultaneously arriving and five flights worth of suitcases were trundling endlessly around the carrousel. It appeared that not only was half of Seattle at the airport….90% of the tired hot passengers appearing in the collection area were of Asian descent. This created several huge problems for me (1) At 5’9” and blonde there was nowhere for me to hide…and I really wanted to hide (2) How did I find little South Korean when South Korea, China and Japan all seemed to have arrived at Baggage collection carousel No. 2 and (3) What if I lost Greg, out in a seemingly endless stream of traffic going round and round the airport…even more scaringly…what if I lost me ? The quote of the night from a mildly amused onlooker as I hesitated to turn and run or brave it out …..”LOVE your cowboy boots”. Fortunately, my strange attire was actually my saving grace, how could Song fail to see a 5’9” blonde in a lacy skirt and cowboy boots and from across the airport I heard her call and race across the floor arms outstretched. Ahhhh bless.
Song spent yesterday reacquainting herself with every animal, chicken, turkey and blade of grass on the ranch. In the heat of the sun she and Greg elected to hide away in the shade and added more boarding to the barn kitchen wall. Not familiar with power tools and with a hammer almost as big as her, our smiling little guest added another experience to her bucket list. Welcome “home” Song.
Last night Grace returned to the ranch smiling. It was good to see her return from the city safe and we look forward to yet another week.
Timed out again, take care, keep safe, M
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