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summer postcards from the farm*

“…every summer, like roses, childhood returns…”

It is summertime at the farm and truth be told Nigel is the only one that gets up early with me. We have a deal. I feed the horses and he chases the birds. We both take our jobs very seriously. In fact he has declared the whole pasture a “no fly” zone. I will go as far as to say that the birds are not even allowed to sit in the trees anymore.

Some old fashioned things like fresh air and sunrises are hard to beat and there are some amazing sunrises here in Tennessee in the heat of the summer.

So a few weeks ago we went to use the BBQ on the deck…and inside there was a bird nest with eggs. We unanimously decided that we would have to cook the burgers inside the house…and save the baby birds.

Well they hatched and I found a fat one in the Magnolia bush who had apparently launched himself off the deck. At least he had a soft landing.

The other one is still up on the deck and seems to be a late bloomer. He’s been hopping around for three days with his mouth open hoping his mom will still feed him. He’s been making a sorry attempt to fly…but gives up pretty fast and would rather just have take out brought in from his mom. We think he is acting a little bit like a Millennial. Living at home in his parents basement and getting fed. Ryan says he’ll figure it out. He was rocking a pretty nice Mohawk though.

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gypsy vanner

The last thing a carrot sees…

gypsy vanner horse farm

Does this dog make my butt look fat?

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Breakfast with Sundance…

We believe in Nashville because we believe in faith, family & farm. In being a little closer to heaven. And we believe that Heaven is always a little closer from the back of my horse.

“Summertime is always the best of what might be…”

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postcards from the farm*

“I kissed a horse and I liked it…”

Spring has come to the Island Cowgirl farm and it is glorious. We watch from the deck as the back ridge past the creek becomes green almost before your eyes. The horses could not be more excited about the spring grass coming in. For those of you who don’t have horses, grass is the horsey equivalent to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. And Sundance loves him some Chunky Monkey.

Tennessee Farms

My sweet husband also had these stall signs mad for me out of local reclaimed barn wood. He was nice enough to put them up for me one fine Sunday morning. He said he had to really refrain from changing Libby’s to read Hippo instead of Liberty Belle. As you can see she is not very amused by his humor. It doesn’t help that he has also assigned them hypothetical rapper names of Lazy J and Miss Eats-A-Lot.

Miss little muppet feet looks pretty in pink. Tennessee country life in all of its glory…I love that pink tree that blooms every spring. Even if it does attract lots of lady bugs in the fall…It is still my very favorite tree. If only because Libby looks so pretty next to it.

gypsy vanner

spring flowers*

Happy Spring! Libby says don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers…(just don’t get them all over your nose like she does)…

my morning gypsy sunshine*

Mornings at the farm…I get to wake up to this sleepy head…How lucky am I?  Libby always has the best bed head around…Is it any wonder why I fell so in love with the Gypsy Vanner breed…

gypsy vanner horse

the last thing a carrot sees*

…does your horse like carrots as much as mine? My horse, Sundance, will take you out for a carrot. He can spot anything orange in your hands at 90 paces. If he sees a carrot…he suddenly becomes Secretariat. I kind of understand. I feel the same way about pizza and chocolate…

bring it on*

…so after trudging up my driveway, (while waiting on the second ice storm of the week to begin) to retrieve a package that the UPS guy threw there because he didn’t bring his sled today to get down the ice glacier that has become my front yard..i find this…
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