Glimpse into a summer day...

'Couple days ago, Chester and I set out, like many a summer day, with a lunge rope and my field bag in hand. This afternoon was different than all the others because I actually brought a camera. It is impossible to catch the essence of a summer day with words, so despite my lack of skills as a photographer, I brought it along.

Here we see a mutilated cheese stick. Mutilated is a horrible word, I know, but apt for the situation.

I was crushed, really. I admit, it was mostly my fault. I was sketching in the shade and Chess was grazing. Chester had stepped on it because I''d sprawled my belongings on the grass he was trying to eat.

If he wasn't so pretty, I'd be mad at him. =D

Chester is really very sweet. I turned him out to pasture for a minute, which is where he is in this photo. Then I could turn my attention tosketching without having my belongings stepped on.

I love his blood bay color. Orange is cute, too- Max, our pony, is orange. But Max deserves a post of his own...

Did I say sketching?

Yes, my field book. It holds poems, sketches, and watercolours. On top is the pencil case Ophelia made for me for Christmas. Didn't she do an admirable job?


I mentioned my field bag earlier. It doubles as a purse =D. That day it carried a phone (Dad likes to have me bring it along on all my excursions, so he or Mom can call me home), sketch book, pencil case, 2 knives, and snacks. Carrots for Chess and a (mutilated) cheese-stick for me. And the camera, of course.

I bought this particular bag at a gun show, of all places!

After Chester and I finished snacking (in addition to a cheese-stick, I munched on blueberries from the bush), we journeyed to an open, meadowy spot. I lunged him a little bit before we headed up.

Sometimes I think I could lunge Chester all day long. just watch him moving every muscle, going through his paces at my direction.

Then Ophie and I played with the dogs in the woods at twilight.

How do you spend your summer days?

Attic, #2

Han Solo doll? I didn't even know we HAD a Han Solo doll.

Oh, the "treasures" you find. And alas for my blurry camara.

The ATTIC (dun dun DUUUUUUN!)

Ophelia and I were employed ($$$) by our generous parents to clean out the attic. The job is messy and hot, and because I"M so generous, I thought I'd share the experience with you.

I'm not a very good photographer, so here's a very blurry picture of a slightly dehydrated Ophelia. The attic is about 400 degrees in summer.
Ahem. A really bad photographer.
Ophie, investigating the contents of a large box.

Something's sucking her into the large box!!!! What could it be?

Ophie, we're losing you!

The attic is difficult to enter.

Especially with the added challenge of getting over all the junk we threw down the ladder:


Here I am, in a slightly dorky picture Ophe snapped before I attempted the difficult journey down.
Awwww. There's me, slightly dazed and stunned by the flash that just went off in my eyes.
Okay, my arm???? Things are a little more difficult...
Now one must stretch from the secure latter (as shown in the picture above) and leap over the aforesaid junk (ahem. "hurdles") to grasp (In the air, Chuck Norris) the ledge of the upper door-frame.

If I'm slightly unphotogenic in this picture, it's because I'm screaming through my teeth, "Snap the picture now, Ophie, now!"

Digging for carrots...

Is this neat or what? God is so amazing- these carrots grew together!

Dad would say- "Yet another reason not to thin your sprouts."

Daddy doesn't believe in thinning garden vegetables.