Archive for January 2016
. . . before the storm. We hope.
The last couple of days have been beautiful; warm and sunny, if a bit hazy. Marion and I even got a ride in on Wednesday, and enjoyed the sun on our backs. The horses, too, have been enjoying the spring-like weather.
Some enjoyed sunning while lying flat out . . .
. . . while others dozed while up on their keel. This little mare was so sleepy that her head kept nodding lower and lower, until her nose touched the ground and woke her up.
She got her nap, though.
Like the rest of us, she’d better enjoy the sun while it’s out. Tomorrow and the next day are supposed to be rainy, with half an inch to an inch forecast. But they’ve told us that before. So far, El Nino is a pretty small babe indeed. He’d better shape up soon!
I finally got some shots of Liliana actually riding Bella this afternoon. They look good together.
Liliana is just about the perfect size for Bella. Or vice versa.
Sarah is taking good care of both of them.
And there they go . . .
It’s been a week since I’ve posted. There hasn’t been a lot going on, other than our trip to the cardiologist yesterday. Billy is doing great. The doctor mentioned several times how much better he looked than the last time he saw him. I breathed a sigh of relief, yet again.
Sister Sally sent me some pictures that niece Emily sent her from New York. Emily, some will remember, is attending New York University and studying drama. Sally’s family lives in St. Louis, so snow is not unknown to them, but perhaps not like the storm now hitting the Eastern seaboard. Here’s the view from Emily’s dorm.
In case I missed it, Sally sent a close-up of the car in the picture.
Emily and boyfriend Alex ventured outside, and got a picture of themselves smooching in the snow.
Awww. How wonderful to be young in a New York blizzard.
Well, not to be outdone, Bakersfield must have gotten two or three hundredths of an inch of rain today. The temperature dropped from about seventy yesterday to sixtyish today. Somehow, I thought El Nino might do a bit more . . .
It’s been a long time since I’ve been for a ride. Things have been much too busy and stressful. But at last, Marion . . .
and I . . .
. . . made it out for a ride on the Preserve. It wasn’t a very long ride, but my legs were still a bit wobbly when I climbed off. It was worth it, though, to see the beginnings of green grass just showing through the remains of last year’s growth.
Peaches, as usual, enjoyed the ride more than anybody, and especially the company of the horses. Xena, too, was happy to get out — though for once she didn’t make it into the pictures. And they both enjoyed wallowing in all of the mud puddles they could fine.
So far, though, El Nino has been something of a bust here. Other places are getting rain, but we’re still pretty dry. We got a few hundredths this morning; enough to keep the grass coming. We need a lot more.
Maybe I’d better go out and wash my car.
Liliana has been riding pony Bella for me. She’s only ridden her a couple of times, but it seems to be working out well. They look very cute together.
I worked on this photo quite a bit; I couldn’t decide how I liked it. Here’s the original, unchanged except for size.
Here’s the second version. I cropped it a little, and worked on the contrast and color.
But I liked the version I posted first the best. True, I cropped out the interested Xena, but it focused the attention on the faces — girl and pony.
Sarah is working with them, and I hope this is the beginning of a partnership — Lilibella.
We’re getting a lot of Bellas. There’s at least a horse Bella, a pony Bella, a little girl Bella, and a baby Bella. I don’t, however, think there’s any danger of confusion.
Just a few pictures from yesterday’s astonishing sunrise. The earliest part, when the horizon glowed red through 180 degrees, was too dark too capture.
These were taken toward the east, south, and west respectively.
Incidentally, Peaches showed up with half of a hot dog and a chicken breast today. Amazingly, she managed to get it all in her mouth to bring in; she was only betrayed by her bulging cheeks. Until, that is, she dropped it all into my lap . . .
The last couple of days, Billy’s been mounting up his white
steed pickup and heading off on his rounds. Life is almost back to normal, at last.
Here he is . . .
. . . and there he goes.
That’s a beautiful sight, if you’re one of his people. There are so many of them.