Saturday morning began with Bud, newly empowered, nosing his way into the bathroom and sticking his head in the shower – this is a first – to encourage me to give the dogs their morning treats.
His much more polite compadres hung back – nervous I thought, and waiting for me to shout or grumble. Zinnia and Fate are very sensitive to my moods. Bud doesn’t really care what I am thinking.
He’s laser-focused on the treats.
This morning was another lovely fall morning.
We lit the first Fall wood stove fire to the delight of Bud, who is never happier than when he is sitting before a fire dozing and warming up.
If Zinnia is not a summer dog, Bud is not a winter dog.
The Imperious hens took temporary command of the fiber chair.
Our flowers survived the frost; a woman and her two children came by, their car had a flat tire, and it was partially blocking our driveway.
While she waited for help, we took her two daughters out into the pasture to meet Lulu and Fanny and give them some alfalfa treats.
Danielle and her friend had a blast. The car will spend the weekend until the owner can find and buy a spare.
Then Hen’s ringleader got up early and seized control of the fiber chair. Maria made some of her excellent borscht (beet soup as we call it in America), and her friend Jackie is coming for lunch.
(A woman with two children had a flat tire. On weekends, if you don’t have AAA, which most people don’t, you usually have to wait until Monday to fix it. Her friend couldn’t get the lugnut off one of the tires, it’s here until Monday. We invited the kids to meet the donkeys, and they had a blast. We value the meaning of neighbors up here, we help each other. She’s home now with her daughter and friend, they fell in love with Lulu and Fanny.)
Some flowers have a lot of character. I think this one does.
Once upon a time, this was my reading chair. This week, Maria discovered the chair was a great blogging chair. The dogs agreed. So it’s her chair now, she can stretch her legs, and it’s suitable for her bad.
You might wonder if she asked me if she could have my chair. No, not exactly; I just found her sitting there every night after dinner. She refers to it as her chair now. That’s how things go around her.
And she has plenty of dogs to keep her company.