Painted Sky

Views like this, make my mortgage payment SO worth it.  

Homemade sauces

Apple and Cranberry to be exact.  Both were OH SO YUMMY!  

(I made the applesauce and Sandye made the Cranberry)  

Early Christmas Gift

Yay!!!

Thanksgiving Warning - From Cheech

All that turkey...means all that L-Tryptophan.

And, all that L-Tryptophan means...sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.

Cheech cautions you to eat your turkey dinner responsibly...and never eat and drive.

The life you save, could be your own.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

A perfect Sunday

This is my idea of the perfect Sunday.  Spending time with my man on our horses at Pretty Boy Reservoir.  Sweet bliss.

Cheech proudly wears her Ravens purple.  She's a loyal fan.

Cheech was moving out.  She likes to pass Buddy...makes her feel fast.  (She was actually cheating...Buddy had stopped so I could take a photo of them)

My favorite trail pony...don't tell Cheech.

I don't even remember what Mark said...but it was obviously funny.

My favorite red head...

I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon than with my favorite red head.  

Uh oh...FB

Yup...Meadow Creek Farm, LLC is on facebook.  If you have time...like us!  

You won't be disappointed.  

It's tough being Queen

As the only female feline on the farm, CB has quite the job.  I don't envy her at all.  I mean really...look how exhausted she looks?!

A Good Day's Work

Cheech did a great job on Saturday.  She introduced EAL (Equine Assisted Learning) in a divine fashion.  She's so humble...can you just see her saying, "Awwww shucks...it was nothin'!"

So fun sharing the power of horses with people.  We are eager to do more!

Turbo Diesel lends a helping hand...errr...paw

 Not to be outdone by his brother Billy, Diesel pitches in to help around the farm.

What's his job you ask?  Well...seat warmer of course! 

November 7, 1966

Mark was born.  

I am so happy that event occurred.  

I can't imagine my life without this guy. 

Happy Birthday Babe!!

I get by with a little help from my friends...

Billy is a great help at feeding time.  

He keeps watch over my four wheeler while I throw hay to the field care horses.

Thankfully he can't reach the kick start, or I can tell he'd be off joy riding around the farm.  I can just see it in his eyes.

Hurricane Sandy's Wrath

Our farm faired rather well.  My heart goes out to those who are experiencing tremendous loss.  Mark and I are very grateful we did not suffer any significant damage to property or animals.  Although...the kitties definitely felt the stress of the storm...and they are POOPED!

Billy sought shelter in the coffee table.  (on my photography books and laptop case)

CB chose her (MY) favorite brown fleecy blanket.  Well sort of.

Poor Diesel.  He collapsed in my bag of clean laundry.  Ugh.

I'll be posting a few pics of the stream in the next few days.  It was very full to say the least.