At least, that’s what it felt like Monday night as an assault of horizontally-driven snowflakes pelted my face and hands while I daisy-chain...

My front yard right now I lived in the Ohio River valley (Northern KY) from age 8 - 18.  So I learned to drive on snow and ice.  Mostly ...

But first, don't forget to vote for us and my completely ridiculous face in the Carolina International contest we are losing, LOL!  The...

No such thing as too much Cuna-love I'm tired.  And I get all weird and philosophical when I am tired.  So consider yourself warned....

I should probably just keep a snorkel in my truck at this point.  Even the reservoirs can't hold any more and soil that "never ge...

It appears there were multiple horse-y blogger holiday road trips from Texas to North Carolina (um, because this is where it's at, hello...

In case you need someone to state the obvious, it's winter.  Cold, wet, dark winter.  Unless you live in Florida.  Or the US SW.  Or the...

I miss my boys.  They haven't gone anywhere.  But between work and selling and building and maintaining and trying to be everything else...

In an attempt to be a little more design-relevant (and ok yes, because I am a giant geek and love playing with geek things in an attempt to ...

What my horses are doing right now.  Why the mud pillow? The time change:  it's what every working horseperson dreads.  You come hom...

Maybe I should rename the blog, ha.  But I am sorry, I have not been able to write much for quite some time.  The process of pulling the far...

Encore appears to be back to pretty much normal, eating and behaving like himself.  If I pinch his neck skin, recovery still seems a tiny bi...

The icy rain hit both (yes, I had on two) layers of hoods as the 20 mph wind cut around my legs.  Damn.  It's finally winter.  About on ...

Yeah, I never did get that whole "yay, let me pay you so I can roll in the mud and ice and get really dirty AND we can call it a race!!...

Yeah, I don't really "do" holidays.  I don't know, maybe it's the pressure, the expectations, the completely illogical...

I stood on top of the hill, waiting for Encore to work his way through his supper.  My head was craned back, 30 degrees feeling like 20 on...

Our farrier met me in a bitterly cold wind this afternoon and pulled Encore's shoes; the final touch ending my desperate attempt at a fa...

I'm terrible at it.  So perhaps it's a good thing I've been left in charge of the farm this weekend while everyone is shining th...

It was nearly like the sound of a new post forming.  This only counts as half of one though.  I must apologize for a quiet summer; field wor...

This is how it goes: Monday I am getting ready for field work, fixing the stuff broken in last week's field work, or driving to field...