I've been stringing more beads and birds. To keep the horses company.
Green goodness. Don't start your day without it. Green apples, oranges, carrots, kale or spinach, coconut, honey and mint leaves. Blend. Pour into ball jar. Smile.
The ram's head, a hand forged fireplace set.
I never get tired of reading visitor guides. We have copies and copies of these from every state in the west, more than you can imagine. I'm especially fond of guides from New Mexico and Arizona and there are a few North Carolina and Florida Key information packets. I'm a big fan of the Chamber of Commerce!
Skye, the sleeping beauty. She sleeps eighteen hours a day. And she's only five.
Books. Hundreds of books. And bookends of horse heads, marble Indian heads and wooden elephants. And the patron saint of animals, watching over the books, too.
This house does not lack for gee-tars.
After going completely bonkers over watching Bonnie Paine play the washboard, and my nonstop blather about it, C found me one of my own. Since then, I've been scrubbing and tapping and beating on that thing, like I'm my own jug band.
I must have cactus.
My favorite piece of art. A good friend of mine, Sandra Dunn, who lives on her own prairie, is an encaustic wax artist. I spend hours admiring this roadrunner she gave to me.
Prayer flags flying at the back door