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Mustang Buckle
A new buckle! Finished minutes ago! This one features a sturdy little mustang and the words: GENTLED BUT NOT BROKEN AS ALL WILD THINGS SHOULD BE IF WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO HOLD THEM IN OUR HANDS AND...
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The weather has been rather frightful today. We’ve had thunder and lightning, sheets of rain falling like the chandelier during the Phantom of the Opera, moments when the clouds were so dark and heavy...
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Three Small Pleasures
1. A bowl of rhubarb. 2. A good dog. 3. A fresh haircut. Sometimes I just need to start small and work my way back up to the euphoric largeness of gladness one small pleasure at a time. The tiny...
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For the Love of Summer Light
There ain’t no light like summer light. And wowweee! Look at those poppies!
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Getting into bed with a freshly bathed man:
It’s just so lovely. Prickly whiskers and everything else that comes with it! I had to kick him out when he started eating crackers but I’m always keen for a snuggle with my big boy.
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Old Dog New Trick
Actually, Sequoia’s Fleet Farley is only five years old…but this is a new trick. Bow wow!
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Four Things:
1. Isn’t this positively beautiful? Can you guess what animal made this track? 2. Just when you thought it wasn’t possible, she became more adorable! Behold, Penelope, queen of the snow! 3. I...
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Big Beast & Baby Beast
I already have this image up on Flickr and Facebook and many of you have already commented on it! I love it so much that I want it here on my blog as well. Farley and Plumbelina’s expressions are...
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Post Scriptus:
Cutest bebe ever, oui? And so brave! This is Eli. The son of my sister, my nephew. I love him. And I already miss him…
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Small Burn
We had a small fire tonight, just RW and I. The animals leaned into the warmth, Mister Pinkerton draped himself across my knees like a rumbling snow panther, and the sky was nightly glowing. We...
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