Miscellanea

A soggy Pouf.

A baby cantaloupe!
The garden is going nuts. My tomato plants are nearly taller than I.
Yet again, it’s a jungle out there.

We’re building a barn.

YEEHAW!

Rain over yonder.

Can’t this be my passport photo?
I swear all government agencies have an “ogre filter” which they covertly apply to ID photos.

Making mozzarella.
My days, these days, are filled with milk and cream and ice cream and cheese.
I cannot complain.

A golden evening with Chloe.

Wild Thing

I am convinced that Leila is a barrel horse trapped in the body of a cow. She loves to run and race and turn tight corners at high speeds. And she loves to kiss. It’s still very difficult to get photos of her – she’s either running at top speed or in my lap.

She and Jupiter have become fast friends. Most black Angus (Jupiter’s breed) have pure black ears, but Maia has red-gold edges on her ears – Jupiter inherited them, and they match Leila’s.

Leila’s coat is strange and amazing. She is still every color: black (stripes down her back and belly, and around her eyes, mouth, ears, and hooves), gray and silver (the insides of her legs), brown and red (her head and sides), and pale blond (her neck and chest). Wild.

It’s been a very strange year here, a strange year for me. So many contradictions that actually aren’t; everything in everything. I doubt my words make sense – I’m still making sense of it all – but Leila is an embodiment of chaos that is actually pure love, and all the things that appear to be impossible contradictions that are actually perfect puzzle pieces working together.