Hide and seek

Eric and I are not really into games.

Board games, cards and other games are not part and parcel of our "fun" times.

Sometimes the guardian dogs,

 enjoy a game of hide and seek.

So, for some Tuesday morning fun lets play

"Find the dog"

Lets start with an easy one:

This one is harder.

Zoom in..

the tail gives her away..

In case you do not see her, the arrow may help.

Ok, ready?

This one?

There you are.

This one is not so clear..

Easier?

Oh, now I see you.

Hello?

Look carefully..

don't cheat and scroll down.

Vuk, I can see you.

Why does Vuk think I can't see him??

Even though they might look like they are sleeping on the job...

they are still watching all the proceedings with one eye open.

Uhmm..?

(Remember, I am running behind in my blogs as the sheep are now wool-less).

Never mind.

Have a great day.

My mom..

Now, I am not a "religious" person if you know what I mean?

 My mom and I were really close while I was growing up.
I regret not knowing her as an adult.
I would have loved to get to know her other than,
 as a mom.

Unfortunately, I was too young/immature to understand the value of this before she died.

I think about her often.
At times when I dispair,
I speak to her,
but  the conversation always rather one sided.

I vaguely contemplate visiting  a medium, 

yet my rational mind scoffs at that idea.

 My humorous side of my brain questions my sanity
And lastly,
where in High Prairie, would  I be able to find a medium,
 other than at the local fair at the rodeo..?

So, life goes on and I chat privately to my mom.

Last week, I had a bad day.
In a rather theatrical way,
I asked my mom, why she had forsaken me?

I went to bed, feeling despondent.

At 2.30am, the phone rings.

We were too late to answer the phone,
 so the answering machine caught the call.

The next morning I listened to the message.

It turns out to be my mums very best ( somewhat older) friend from South Africa.

This lady (Meryl) is probably in her ninety's now,
we have not had contact for 10-15 years,
I do not even think, that she knew that I had moved to Canada..

Her message was
" Hi Louise,
I was looking at some old photo's of  your mom today
and thought to give you a call...

Taking a moment

A lovely horse is always an experience.... 

It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words. 

~Beryl Markham

We had to put Q-Tee down last week.
She was old, her legs were bowed, she was thin and could barely walk.
We discussed this with Roy and the decision was made.

She was Roy's first 4-H horse,
she kept him safe when a coyote was trailing them,

she shared a few secrets and plenty of songs with him.

She was a grand horse.
Every kid should have a Q-Tee in their life.