Relative Something

There is always something interesting happening around here. I wrote yesterday about Mia’s allergic reaction. Here is a photo:

When Cyndie checked on the horses last night, she found Mia standing with her head in the corner looking as forlorn as Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. Mia hadn’t even finished her oats and corn in the bucket. Cyndie checked under the fly sheet and found all the welts had disappeared. As soon as she pulled that sheet off, Mia’s countenance changed dramatically.

She picked up her head, moved out of the corner, and headed over to finish eating the rest of her grains. I don’t think Mia liked wearing that fly sheet one bit.

The different coloring of those two images is a result of direct sunlight in the morning and Mia standing under the shade of the overhang around sunset.

I stepped inside the air-conditioned house during a break from mowing in the heat and didn’t hear a peep from Asher. I wandered from room to room in search of him and found him like this:

I think Asher is rather fond of air conditioning.

Cyndie disappeared for a while and I got a text from her.

“Lots of strawberries. Going back to pick more. Will u feed dog?”

This time of year, when I can’t find Cyndie, she is usually outside picking berries of one kind or another.

Jam season won’t be far behind. And based on past experience, if it’s not canning jams, it’ll be something else interesting. It always is.

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