February 26, 2018

a photoessay by pj

ranch notes, mmxviii-ii-xxvi

Some welcome early morning sun after last week's rain. (I'm already beginning to think of rain as "back-breaking.") Also, Kelly's flowering quince, which sounds like something from olde England:

February 23, 2018

trail notes, mmxviii-ii-xxiii

horse notes, mmxviii-ii-xxiii

Leda and Willow, Chief, and Donatello and Lady. 

February 22, 2018

ranch notes, mmxviii-ii-xxii

Agarita blossoms are one of our earliest harbingers of spring.
Rosie's cool. (She's sound asleep in this shot.)
Please don't pinch me - I'd hate to wake up and find out I don't really work here.

February 20, 2018

horse notes, mmxviii-ii-xx

Willow dashed to the shed when it started sprinkling and then told Joy there was only room for one in there. I hung out with Dude and Copper under the trees when it really started coming down a couple hours later.