this is one of 2 -very- old geldings that have come to the farm. they most likely won't be with us for too much longer.
and here is the high desert in all her cholla bloomin' glory.
and this is the muddy acequia...always turns red like this after it storms.and i'm going home to new york in a few weeks, very very exciting since i haven't been home in around 6 years now. My mother is excited too and has been sending me all these photos from when i was young...
this last one is my favorite since not only am i sporting an awesome outfit but also its from the time in my childhood that i thought i was a dog, seriously...ate dog food, hung with the dogs, slept with the dogs...
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I love your blog. It is my perfect getaway. Great photos.
Hey Erin, Came by to catch up. I think you make a perfectly adorable doggy.
I'm okay--I've just been so accident prone recently I'm afraid to leave the house. I shot the gun off by mistake indoors yesterday. So even staying indoors is not working.
I've been spending too much time over on Zoetrope workshopping stuff, but at least have found a group of writers on my own craft level to hang with. You should check it out. I haven't been in the poetry wing--'cause I suck at poetry--but some of the flashists are poets too and seem very talented.
I'm so sorry you've been feeling sick and blue about not having the the farm--or really just the ownership thing. I understand that. I'm still trying to get the place ready to put on the market. I can't seem to get things together. I know I need to sell, but am sort of dreading it. But I need to get somewhere I can take care of myself. The health is slipping and it's getting scary this far out in the boonies. I'd like to get someplace with a little granny cabin or something so I could have someone near. I need a keeper.
My sheep hate me. Haven't been able to shear them yet and it's way too hot.
I love your hair.
Hugs,
Rosie
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