The Objects of His Desire

Our hayfield is finally mowed and baled.

Happily, this time I didn't have to do any of it.

Sadly, this cutting is going to a local dairy farm to feed cows,

not staying here to feed our horses.

We have never successfully harvested the first cutting of the year.

Weather in the spring and early summer is not conducive to drying hay.

Hopefully we will be able to harvest a cutting in the late summer...

if we get any rain along the way!

I have been thinking lately about some of the spaces around the farm

that I have lovingly created as peaceful refuges.

I love creating welcoming spaces.

One of my shortcomings is, however, that I don't spend enough time enjoying these spaces.

I am turning over a new leaf.

I am dedicating a piece of each day to relaxation,

in places like this....

Last evening I sat with a favorite magazine in the peaceful cool

of the setting sun.

With the usual evening symphony of birdsongs as a backdrop,

I thumbed through the pages dreaming of cottages by the sea.

Alone, but not lonely, 

I flipped through the pages and enjoyed pictures of

spaces that others have created for the same purpose.

I found it nearly impossible to get much reading done,

as my friends were all quite active around my feet.

The turkeys came and ruined Maddie's peace...

(she gets quite freaked out by them!)

 To the right of me, Moll and Oakley watched something in the distance 

from their perches at the perennial garden.

Caicos peered at me through the arbor...

And Tom...

well Tom became quite amorous with my shoes.

Quite so...

Freakishly so....

I think he just may have a shoe fetish.

Really, Tom?

They might actually look better on him than on me!