I’ve never seen so many ticks on a dog in my life. I think there were more ticks than dog actually.
And I’ve even taken preventative measures. Nothing can stop the little bloodsucking bastards around here.
So there’s that.
On my next break I’ll tackle brown dog…there’s more square inch of actual dog, so I’m guessing there’ll be more tick…
‘Tis the season
And it’s also the season for spring cleaning and raking and fencing and painting and all around maintenance and clean up.
We do this a little bit every spring when the weather warms up, but there’s a sense of urgency this year because Little Sister is getting married out here in like two months.
Yeah, that little sister…tell me we haven’t all grown up…
Anyway, a big party to plan means we’re doing things like pulling weeds in front of the barn where there’s usually a bunch of hay.
No one’s ever pulled weeds out from in front of the barn ever in the history of the world, so that was fun.
Seriously. I have an entire pickup full of dried out six foot tall pigweeds waiting to be disposed of when the wind decides to give it a rest.
Oh, and I bought paint for the little tin tack rooms too. I’m going to match them to the barn. It’s going to be adorable.
Just call me Martha Frickin’ Stewart, Queen of the Barnyard.
Sometimes all we need is a party around here to get our shit together, and picked up and thrown out. Seriously. We even cleaned the shop a little. Well, at least got rid of some of the Tupperwear bins full of childhood things none of us girls could throw away when we moved out of the house. Because one day I might want to display that old 4-H horse show trophy in my adult home.
Anwyay. So that’s what’s been on my mind. Weeds and grass and woodticks and weather and weddings and putting this place together.
I have to focus on something or I’m going to have a mental breakdown about the fact that my little sister is grown up enough to get married and own a home…
Coming Home: Giving the farm the Martha Stewart Treatment
by Jessie Veeder