Hulls Cove, high tide:


Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park:


Acadia National Park:




Jordan Pond, Acadia National Park:


Bernard, Maine (Ellsworth, Maine is very close by):


Hulls Cove, low tide:


Hulls Cove, sunrise:


49 states down, one to go.



The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.



As you know, it’s been cold here these last few weeks. The Boyz have all been fine, but to help keep weight on Gracie and Harriet, we’ve supplemented their hay with equine senior mash a couple of times a day.

Gracie gets two cups and Harriet gets three. It’s easy enough to tell whose bowl is whose by how much is in it, but Don decided to get artsy for the girls.


Pretty bowls for pretty girls. Sunflowers for Grace (Don prefers calling her by her original name) and hearts for Harriet.


Don also thought he’d try his hand at ice sculpting:


We’re ready for spring.

♥ ♥ ♥

In chronological order:

Nigel wants to make sure you’re paying attention.

Nigel: Are you paying attention for our lesson about the letter D?

Me: Thank you, Nigel. Okay, now that everyone’s paying attention, let’s begin. 

D is for many things I love. For example, D is for donkeys.

And D is for ducks.

And D is for donkeys who herd ducks.

Bernard: Just making sure they’re all present and accounted for.

And here’s me being excited that I got everyone in one picture.

D is for dogs, too!

Because the ducks were in the pasture with the donkeys, it was safe for us to let the dogs out in the front yard where the ducks usually dwell.

Patrick was initially interested in the dogs, but soon returned to grazing.

Nigel, however, was quite serious about his herd guarding duties.

As was Ellsworth. The dogs, fortunately, had no interest in the donkeys.

Last, but not least, D is for Don, my dear husband.

Yes, D is for many things I love. ♥ ♥ ♥

A hug from Bernard.

A goober face.

Geese. (GK, we’ll never look at them the same way again, either. ♥)

After Fergus died, I emailed our friends Stanley and Cindy at Lei Photography. Stanley and his wife Cindy last came out to visit the boys in March, just a week before Patrick’s arrival.  

My email to Stanley and Cindy explained that Fergus had died, and I asked if they had taken any pictures of him that Don and I hadn’t seen.  

Yesterday, we found out they had. And I smiled.

They had many pictures that made me smile.

Bernard’s never-ending supply of hugs…

…even for Stanley.

Bernard’s mischief.

And beautiful pictures of kissable, huggable Fergus.

Thank you, Stanley and Cindy. ♥

We wrapped up a wonderful visit yesterday with Don’s sister, Debbie.

From the moment she arrived, she dug in to help with chores around Morning Bray Farm.

The first morning she was here, Debbie and I hung out in the corral waiting for presents from all the boys.

For the record, two hours is a long time to wait for a donkey to poo.

You know you have an awesome sister-in-law when she’s willing to ride in the car on the way to the vet with five bags of donkey poo in the back seat.

On Sunday afternoon, Debbie taught us how to make margaritas from scratch.

That was serious fun.

She spent a lot of time talking with the boys.

And loving on Nigel.

We even did some sightseeing.

Debbie is one of the loveliest people I know and having her here was a gift. So much so, it felt like Christmas in July here.

Speaking of Christmas, Debbie discovered a new meaning for it during her visit. Christmas in New Mexico also means both red and green chile on your breakfast burrito.