Jessi and Beau on the hunt. Fall flowers: Pigeon Peas Goldenrod has a bad reputation for causing allergies, but it has an important role as the last major food source for pollinators before winter . Sumac Milkweed The arrival of Coralberry means winter is on the horizon. This is a winter food source for birds. … Continue reading Fall Day
Pete was born on the farm. He has always been like the bratty little brother of the bunch. Huckleberry, a large strawberry roan, is Dad’s main ride. Each horse has a fan in the summer. They are in during the day and outside at night. The schedule will flip in October. Palomino Prince was born … Continue reading Barn Life: Meet the Boys
Jolene does not care for the ‘no dogs in the barn rule” Recently I moved to be closer to my parents and the horses. I now take the horse and barn care every Sunday evening. Tools of the trade Dad’s art work and feeding instructions Inside View Pete (in the drawing above) and old Moe.
Turning out Moe II on a very chilly November morning. Enlarge the video.
Old Moe I arrived at the farm on Saturday morning. It was a perfect fall day where short sleeves with a suede jacket were the perfect amount of layering. The sun was out and the pastures and trees were still green with signs of fall color on the smaller decorative trees. I was happy to … Continue reading Shadows
The barn on the farm was built before the house. The house was built in 1863. Originally it was a tobacco barn, but a previous owner turned it into to a horse barn with six large stalls and ample spaces for hay and grain storage. Last Saturday I went down to the barn to groom … Continue reading Mr. Ed?
Jolene in the mule Twelve years ago my father put his farm Red Bud in a federal program to seed the acreage in native grasses. Though the program was ended in 2017, the farm has remained in native grasses. Only paths for the four-wheeled mule are cut on the land so that the family can … Continue reading Red Bud: First Wildflowers of Spring
An old man in overalls and a beat up ball cap was standing on the edge of a Saturday farmer’s market at a Nashville church. He had several plastic grocery store bags next to him. He would talk to people as they left. In the way of city people, some would walk by and never … Continue reading Iris