Archive for July 2016
A group of the ladies got together and had a lovely ride at the beach a couple of days ago. It was a typical Pismo day . . . cool and a bit misty.
It looks like everybody had a wonderful time, even the horses. It was 109 here. Sigh.
Thanks to friend and boarder Jennifer for these pics . . .
Today it’s supposed to be 111 here. I’m not sure whether going to the beach makes it better or not . . . you have to come back!
I haven’t been blogging much, because it’s just too hot. Too hot to be outside, too hot to do much of anything — though the really dedicated riders are managing. They come very early, though. They have to; it was in the nineties by ten o’clock. And the predictions are for temperatures to get hotter yet — up to 111.
So I’ll do what I often do in situations like this — post an old picture that makes me feel cooler. Here’s one from January 2013, when a hard freeze broke some water lines and gave us a crystal landscape.
Yes, that makes me feel a little cooler. Maybe I’ll go stick my head in the freezer for a while . . .
I woke up yesterday morning to find a hot dog by my pillow. I blinked at it for a few moments; yes, it was a hot dog. Yes, it was sitting on my bed. But how did it get there?
After a few moments, I remembered that earlier Peaches had come in and jumped on the bed, whining. She jumped right off again and left, but I realized she only whines that way when she’s bringing me a Present. No doubt she was disappointed that I hadn’t waked up enough to accept her offering, which some early riser must have given her.
Eventually I staggered out to the living room, where Billy was sleeping peacefully in his recliner. (He’s had to sleep there since he started having back trouble.) Holding the abandoned wiener delicately by one end, I deposited it in the garbage. Peaches no doubt thought it was a perfectly good snack. It only had a little toothmark in one end. Thank goodness it was a naked hot dog; no mustard, ketchup, relish, or bun. Otherwise, things would have been a lot messier.
Life is always interesting when you have a generous Golden Retriever.
Here she is having a good after-swim shake during a ride a few days ago, courtesy of Marion.
As anyone who has ever bathed her can tell you, she is a very good shaker. And gift-giver.
I’m almost afraid to think what I’ll find by my pillow next.
We’re in another heat wave, so I have been sticking close to home. Except for a few trips to the pharmacy or the grocery store, I haven’t ventured out — and there’s not much to photograph at those places.
This morning, I at least went out and took some pictures of my moss rose, or portulaca, plant. It has been blooming quietly away on a bench. This unassuming little plant just loves heat and dryness, so it’s a great summer bloomer. The flowers aren’t very big, but they are sure bright; and they are different every day. Today, for instance . . .
It’s hard to believe that it’s a close relative of the purslane that grows on the fringes of our . . . er, lawn.
Purslane is either a noxious weed or a delicious edible, according to your point of view. Its cousin portulaca, though, is the beauty of the family.
I had to wade through countless little hoppity toads to get the last picture. It’s hard to get across the yard without stepping on them, though I’ve managed it so far. My progress across the lawn must look funny, though, as a lot of it involves standing on one foot with the other one waving in the air, looking fora safe place to land. As soon as I turn on a sprinkler, every toad in the area makes a beeline for the water.
The hummingbirds, too, love the sprinkler. I spent some time trying to get a picture of one zizzing back and forth through the spray, but never did manage it. Maybe tomorrow . . .
If not tomorrow, sooner or later, it’ll be cool enough to get out and ride!
Of all of the birds around here, my favorite to photograph is the egret. They are pretty easy to capture with the camera, too. They aren’t as shy as many of the smaller birds.
A couple of days ago, about sunset, I and the dogs went down to the river. We hadn’t been there for a few days, because the algae had been getting so thick that the dogs were packing a lot of it back to the house in their coats; and it just didn’t seem very clean. With the new water, though, I hoped most of the green gunk had been carried on down river; and so it had.
When we got there, the first thing we saw was this hunting egret. He was much closer than the camera shows.
He was uneasy at our appearance. You can tell by his stretched-out neck, as he tried to get a better look at us. He must not have liked what he saw, because he promptly took off.
Going . . .
. . . gone. I like his reflection in this shot.
You can’t blame him for not wanting to share his space with three enthusiastic dogs, though.
I got out for a ride yesterday — me, Kitty, Peaches, and Xena. It’s really hard for me to get out of the house before nine o’clock or so, and during a heat wave it’s nearly impossible to get a ride in. Yesterday, though, wasn’t bad; so we headed out.
I hadn’t been down to the river for several days, so I was surprised to see that it was up. Not only that, there was water flowing downstream. That hasn’t happened for a long time. Apparently the upstream weirs must have been opened. The willows had their feet in the water. (And here’s the usual shot of Kitty’s ears.)
The dogs, of course, were ecstatic.
Farther up the trail, I found some really pretty spots. The large coarse leaves in the foreground, though, belong to cockleburs.
Watching Peaches push through them on the way back from her twelfth swim . . .
. . . I was really glad they were still green.
Coming home, I passed great-grandaughter Liliana hanging out with her pony.
It’s great to be a kid with a horse!
I haven’t been blogging much, because there hasn’t been a lot going on. The newest heat wave has kept things pretty quiet. Even the Fourth didn’t bring any disasters — at least for us, though there were the usual injuries and fires around town.
Today, though, I woke up and realized that Billy and I have been married forty-five years. We don’t take a lot of notice of birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays, as a rule. We don’t need or want to exchange gifts or do much in the way of celebration. This morning I said, “Do you realize we’ve been married forty-five years today?” And he said, “I thought it was a three-year contract!”
Too late, Billy!
I did get a couple of presents, though. I found this lovely daylily, a gift from Marion, had its first bloom.
And Peaches gave me her bone.
She was quite crushed when I didn’t want it . . .
. . . even though I’d given it to her ten minutes before.
Anyway, the heat wave is over for now, so I expect to be getting out more and finding some newsworthy subjects. It’s only supposed to be in the mid- to high- nineties!