Gray Skies are Just Clouds Passing Overby Susan Fay on 11/14/11
The title line for this post is a quote from American composer, pianist, and big band leader Duke Ellington (1899-1974).
The native trees, Vine Maples and such, often flash their dress reds at the onset of mid-November's stormy skies and chilly temperatures. The view from Sweetgrass Ranch's deck late afternoon today was amazing.
It was a whirlwind day with a bark chip delivery, fly spray system winterizing, doctoring a swollen leg caused by a hoof abscess, and calls to schedule re-fueling the generator's diesel tank and a group practice at the Oregon Horse Center's Mountain Trail course. We rode two horses and got soaked to the bone in the process. Then I spun down to the feed store on a re-stocking mission, wet clothes and all. At long last, I played ball with the dogs, unloaded the dishwasher, folded clothes, cooked dinner and watched... Dancing With the Stars. Tonight, I researched editor e-mails, the best blogging platforms, and area rescues: horse, dog, and human. Time to go toss the horses their night, night hay and muck stalls.