|I bet it was quiet out here last night|
The second wake up was simultaneously the cat and the horses, all wanting something. The horses seem to have honed in on my rain buckets and now I'm a regular stop on the rounds. Of course, now they are knocked over and empty, so all I hear is hoof/bang/hoof/roll, one set per horse. The cat and I sit up in bed, looking at each other. I'm pretty sure her take is "Ok, you're up now. Feed me."
This is a pictoral round up of odds and ends from the week...but first! Somehow I got caught in my head that the ballet was yesterday, even though I posted the poster! Yes, it's worrisome. Maybe I'm just not used to that much advance notice of something going on here. Two weeks? Or maybe...well, let's not dwell on other possibilities. Anyway, I'm re-posting the poster and giving public mea culpas for anyone I confused beside myself!
While slightly annoying (they've broken the water pipes three times in a friend's yard), my fascination and appreciation of my recent visitors is more than than an equalizer, easily overwhelming any small bothers.
|Cute cute cute|
|Cute cute cute dos|
|Do you want to know a secret?|
|Let me whisper in your ear|
|The wanderers had been listening: hoof beats coming around the bay; and there they were|
|But they were left behind a man with a different mission|
|How to drive around horses...slowly|
|Shiny magic sunshine|