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Soooo attractive!
I love being 5'2 and also owning a fully sized horse. He could fully stomp me into the ground if he wanted to, but that old man has no desires except food and wishing death upon the neighbor's cattle. I love him <333
Things they don't prepare you for as an adult: "Your father left some potatoes in the basement and I kept asking him to get rid of them but he didn't--can you move them while you're here?"
Mother, those are not potatoes. Those are alien lifeforms and I'm pretty sure this is how the zombie apocalypse starts.
Nevertheless--they are no longer in the basement.
AND ONE MORE THING.
5 years ago the internet told me that turkeys don't lay eggs for more than a month...that was an inaccurate assessment D=
New York went from winter, to flood season, to "the grass is taller than my Pyrenees" in the span of two weeks.
It's no wonder people say the Northeast is grumpy.
Sometimes I get writing and realize people probably assume I am depressed and anxious and never leave my house--okay well actually the last one might be true but other than that, in reality I'm just out here having discussions about temporal mechanics and emergent sentient behavior with her:
IT'S TURKEY EGG SEASON 😊
Sitting here, trying to finish up my new chapter with Ira chilling on my shoulder. Then I notice he's looking at something.
What's he looking at?
THAT IS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST HARVESTMAN SPIDER ON MY BED CRAWLING RIGHT AT ME.
Now, mind you, I'm a farm girl, and I do have a lease agreement with the spiders in my house. If I can see they are paying rent by eating bugs, they can stay. BUT NOW THERE IS A STIPULATION THAT THEY MAY NOT RELOCATE TO MY BED.
Annnnnnyway. I scooped up said spider with the remote and not-so-graciously relocated it to the floor and then tracked it with a flashlight for the next 5 minutes until it was an acceptable distance from my bed.
Happy Friday??
If I'm not writing about space ships and cyborgs, I'm probably taking pictures of turkeys.
Sometimes I feel like this old gal Grumpy deserves her own fanfic.
The best part of winter is you can drag your ass inside from feeding animals and the justification for staying home and writing is right there falling from the sky.
Image information: Noonday Rest, 1877 by Rosa Bonheur
Midday
The midday sun breaks over the oak four cows and one black horse doze lightly in dappled hides
The crickets are quiet the breeze is drowsy leaving each cloud in its place
Everything waiting for the slipping sun to fall
A little
For the breeze to freshen
A little
Then farmer will emerge sleepy eyed from the cool root cellar and call his cows (and the one black horse) home for dinner.
-Skye