Usual after 7 wakeup and coffee in bed start. Then up and at it before 9, I headed out in the crisp morning air. Our faithful old Ruby apple tree was picked and the apples sorted — some for Sharon/Mabel, some for Boysis family, some for Britt, some for the horses and plenty left for us. Honey crisp still need more time, and the Duchess are just beginning to blush.
S popped out to gather a bowl of peas, then shifted bales for a pickup later. Meanwhile, I attempted some equine rearranging: Bird was put in with Jimmy (she was unimpressed), then Switch joined the mix. Later, Beibs was moved in with Roo — horse musical chairs, all day long.
S mowed the yard while I trimmed more Schubert trees, and then he carried on down the lane to the pit, tackling weeds that were nearly chest-high. Between that and the horse shuffling, I still managed to pick zucchini and fresh peas. Note to self: maybe don’t plant quite so many peas next year!
A quick shower for me as I hoped to run to town with apples, zucchini, and the ruler for Stouts as well as meet Shelby’s twins, who are here for the weekend, this afternoon. However plans changed as they have great grandparents coming today too, maybe Sunday. S finished mowing, came in for lunch, then headed off to meet the bale mover at the custom field after 12. I started a custom tile order, carefully applying the chosen stencil, before yanking out giant sunflowers and turning on water in the garden (though I don't need more peas LOL).
S was back with Cooper after 2 as I was still mid-blog. A quick change of clothes and he was off again — hockey bag in tow — for his first ice time since June.
Most of my afternoon was a mix of blog writing, video editing, and tile work. The tile layers came together: solid brown, robin’s egg blue edge, sanded, then finished with clear and dark wax. Between steps, I pulled weeds in the long flower bed, filling the wheelbarrow easily. Outside, the horse hierarchy was in full swing — Switch and Bird ran the fence line until Switch was dripping with sweat. Eventually I put all four in the house paddock, later walking Jimmy around to join them. A few charges and kicks, but Jimmy, being a racehorse, just paced ahead and kept his distance.
As I chopped down the last of the Schubert suckers, the horses seemed to ease into grazing together — Jimmy still keeping about 50 feet away, but less drama. S arrived home after 5, just as I finished weeding and dug a hill of potatoes for supper. We caught up on bale sales over beers on the deck before grilling a garden-fresh steak supper.
Post-dinner, I ran the vacuum (that golden-hour sun shows every dog hair and dust fleck). S hauled a wagonload of weeds and branches to the pit while I kept after weeds. B was out at her usual time, I helped feed horses, and then I walked Jimmy (by his mane again) back to the middle paddock for the night. Spray for him and Switch, while B juggled the rest. S ran the paddock blade over a few piles for my demo video — we may sell it, though B now might want to use it again.
I ended the evening copper-waxing the tile in the garage before leaving it to dry overnight. B gave S a ride to town to pick up Johnny — still no working A/C, even after today’s new compressor blew up after starting, but he needs it for baling Monday. I wrapped things up catching up today’s blog, trying to stay on top of it again.
S and Johnny got back after 9 as blackness had set in. We started a new series called The Waterfront watching 2 episodes before bed.
Who is Johnny? Horses seem to be working it out ;-)
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