They say time flies when you’re having fun–well, it ALSO flies when you’re coping with minor health issues and Murphy’s Law Unchained.   

We are still enjoying fantastic weather, and as I write this, in my new office, I can look out and see part of the pasture, where April, the Arabian mare, is in full view.  In the middle ground are my aspen trees and, just outside the window, pink magnolias are in bloom.  Beautiful!

Bernice hasn’t quite adjusted to the new work space; she has a bed in here and often hangs out while I write, but I see

I seem to be in the mood to quote songs today.

It is SO beautiful and sunny out, and the tulips and daffodils are frolicking in celebration.  Yorkie-Bernice got a much needed bath, since it’s warm outside, and this morning,  Larry the Canadian Wrangler found a quail trapped in the garage.  Ever so gently, he held the remarkably calm bird in his hands, brought it in for us to admire, then turned it loose again.  I have a special love for quail–that little top-knot is so cute I can’t stand it–even the tiniest, inch-high chicks have one.    Cousin Mary Ann