Relative Something

This is how much I love being home: Cyndie looked at our calendar of activities for the month and identified a block with nothing planned, offering me a chance to go up to Hayward for a few days of solo time. After that week, she has a series of consecutive days when she will be away.

All things considered, I thanked her for the opportunity, but I would rather just remain at home for a while, now that all the holiday activities are over. Especially since I will get the benefit of some solo time at home anyway, when Cyndie is in the cities.

Granted, I will have the dog and horse care responsibilities that wouldn’t require my time and attention if I were up at the lake.

But, I’ll be home! Where my heart is! And caring for our animals is a labor of love.

With the snow-covered trees around our house, it looks a little like the gnome home up in the woods on the Wilkus’ property. Walking Asher through our woods yesterday, I found that there are still snow-laden tree branches drooping across the trails in many places. It hasn’t been warm enough or windy enough in the middle of the woods to knock the snow off the branches yet.

I took the initiative and got covered with snow, shaking the branches free myself on a few of the trails.

Gee, but it’s great to be back home. Even if it means spending extra time cleaning up manure in the paddocks that accumulated while we were away up north. Nobody is as tenacious as I am when it comes to tending to the cleanliness of our paddocks.

It’s my way of helping the horses to love living here as much as I do.

Home, sweet home.

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