I’ve got to find more of these little yellow petunias for next year. They’ve bloomed their little green hearts out, all summer long.
The blue lobelias I planted with them haven’t done as well, but have flowers even when they don’t have a leaf to their names. I’ll get more of them, too.
It’s been more peaceful around here; no loose horses running around. The most activity centers around a horse that’s coming in. It’s an elderly mare that has had a stroke; and Dr. Paul, the vet, recommended that she have a companion. So the owners got her a goat. The crew’s been working to get a pen tight enough that we won’t have a goat running around. That’s not as serious as a loose horse — unless you happen to be riding by on a horse that’s not used to goats! They’ve done a good job on the pen, though, and there shouldn’t be a problem.
She’s only one of several horses coming in. If they all get here, we’ll be right at 270 horses — all we have room for. It’s a good thing Billy opted for two additional truck-and-trailer loads of hay. We’re going to need it.
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