This week’s Sunday Stills Challenge is to share photos from last year’s Spring and Summer.
A growing apple on one of our apple trees.
A warm, sunny ride on my mare, Apache.
A post-roll after our Springtime ride.
Three baby chicks, a sure sign of Spring.
(left to right: Polish mix chick born here named Pat Benatar, Buff Orpington feed-store chick named Matilda, Black Sex-link feed store chick named Liza Minnelli)
A bee in a blossom on our peach tree.
The End!
When I woke up yesterday morning, I walked outside and picked peaches from our peach tree.
For breakfast we sipped delicious, creamy peach smoothies.
For lunch, I sat on the porch, enjoying the cool breezes and a glass of lemonade (the perfect palate refresher) while peeling peaches for Peach Freezer Jam. I’ve got 68oz of fresh, delicious peach jam in my freezer now. Wintertime will be much more bearable when we are enjoying the sweet taste of summer with snow is on the ground. Mmmmm!
For dinner we enjoyed a new recipe, similar to Hawaiian Chicken, but instead of pineapple, I made a fresh peach sauce. My kidlets were skeptical, but they ended up devouring everything on their plates and then asking for seconds. Very yummy!
And for dessert, I baked a Peach Cobbler, which we gobbled up while watching a movie. (Have you all seen IronMan? Awesome movie! And now one of my favorites.)
I think I even dreamed of peaches last night, too.
Today I noticed that our fruit trees are working hard to ripen the fruit upon their branches. With all the rain we’ve been getting (it even rained for 3 days straight with no sunshine….made me feel like we had moved to the PNW somehow) our apple trees and peach trees are beginning to give us some fresh, delicious, sweet fruit.
Today I picked my first ripe peach of the season. As I bit into it’s soft fuzzy skin, I savored the sweet, succulent flesh and enjoyed the wet feeling as the juice drizzled down my chin.
I still can’t get over the joy of being able to just walk outside my house, reach into one of my own fruit trees, free of any chemicals or pesticides, and pluck a fresh, ripe fruit from among it’s branches. This act seems like such a luxury every time, and I’m so appreciative.
Fruit from your very own tree somehow tastes better. It can’t get any fresher, that’s for sure.
So, for the next few weeks, I’m going to be enjoying the sweet taste of summer, right from my own front yard.
What do you have growing at home? What is your favorite summertime fruit?
(Warning: Long post. Visit the potty and grab snacks first)
This is a ‘catch-up’ post. Please forgive me if I’ve not stopped by your blog in a while. I have been trying to read everyone’s posts, but I’ve not been as good about leaving comments because they take so much time and I’m sure lacking that commodity these days.
Hey! I thought summer was supposed to be laid back and relaxed…as in “The Lazy Days of Summer”???!
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The chicks are 6 weeks old today, so figured it was time for an update.
They are inside the coop with the rest of the flock, but are being kept in a quarantine mini-coop, with their Foster Mama, Mrs Cotton, who hatched out Sid’s baby, Pat Benatar.
Good thing that Pat is also a boy’s name, because it seems that this chick is going to be a rooster
I’ve compared photos of Sid Vicious as a chick and the resemblance holds true. The spiky doo is a trait of the Polish rooster, while the Polish hen will have more of a bouffant doo.
Well, out of 4 fertile eggs that we’ve allowed Mrs. Cotton to hatch out, only one has been a hen. Another reason Sid Vicious must go. He seems to create mostly males, and we don’t need anymore roosters like him around here. Why do the good lookin’ ones have to turn bad?
Anyway, Liza Minelli, the Black Star pullet is doing great. We like her pretty black and gold coloring.
She has a curious and calm personality so far.
And Matilda, the Buff Orpington pullet is growing like a weed. A pretty weed to be sure, but she’s a big girl already.
Because Mrs. Cotton is a low senioritychicken in the flock and will get her feathers flattened by some of my older and larger hens if she tries to act tough and protect her chicks, I’ll keep them all in the quarantine pen until the chicks are bigger and can be safely and easily integrated into the flock. They are already basically part of the flock since the only thing separating them is a wall of chicken wire.
Sadly, Pat Benatar will be given away soon, as we just don’t want anymore roosters. Mr. Cotton has been a well behaved, polite rooster, so he’ll stay, but no more roosters are permitted to call Laughing Orca Ranch their home.
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Good news. Even after those late snows and hail, and a serious lack of rain all Spring and early summer, our fruit trees have decided to give us fruit, albeit not as much as last Summer/Fall, but we’ll still have plenty for our family, just none to sell or share.
The peach tree has decided to only produce fruit on one side. And the branches on that side are already starting to sag to the ground with the weight of all the peaches. It’s weird how not even one fruit is growing on the other side of the tree, though. My opinion is that side of the tree receives the most wind and bad weather, while the other side is protected by the house.
The Granny Smith apple tree is producing a good amount of apples this year, too. But still not as many as last year.
But the Red Delicious Apple Tree is definitely making up for the low harvest it gave us last year. We only picked maybe 15-20 apples off the entire tree. I think we have at least double that amount this year, though. My mouth just waters thinking of biting into a fresh, cripsy, sweet apple, and a juicy, sweet peach in a few months!
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I had my farrier, Scott Trinka come out to give Apache a trim yesterday. Apache was a good girl as always.
It’s only been about 5-6 weeks since her last trim and her feet haven’t grown all that much, but I wanted her trimmed now to smooth out any rough edges, and give her enough time to toughen up after her trim. The reason why? Well, in just a couple weeks I’ll be taking Apache up to Northern New Mexico for our first-ever Horse Camping trip! I’m so excited! Long before I bought my first horse a few years ago, I dreamed of camping out with my horse and riding all day long, exploring beautiful places that would take too long to reach only by foot.
Anyway her feet, besides being very dry because of our lack of rain here, are looking pretty good and are ready for trail riding.
Have I mentioned how much I like my farrier, Scott Trnka? He’s been my farrier now for 3 years and he’s knowledgeable, easy to talk to, willing to answer any questions and offers advice and helpful tips, too. He does a great job with barefoot trims for me and never takes too much off the foot, so the horse isn’t sore. And he only charges me $30. But it’s no surprise he’s so good, because his family has been blacksmiths and farriers for a long time.
In fact, his brother, Craig Trnka is a Certified Journeyman Farrier and has been the President of the American Farrier's Association as well as won many Championship Farrier and Blacksmith Competitions. He’s also been a qualified judge for the World Blacksmith Competitions around the country, including the recent Hammers and Hooves event that was held near my home, that I had to miss due to participating in the ACTHA CTR.
(I think Scott thought I was nuts for wanting to take his picture. He’s such a modest guy, I’m sure he was thinking, “I’m not famous, why would you want my photo?)
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So…….we have had an equine visitor staying at our place for over a week now.
Do you know who it is?
She’s got a very big butt. Built like two mountains with a canyon down the middle, and a back as broad as a sofa. (I could probably use a spoon to scoop the dust out of the divet created by those two large butt humps)
For those of you who followed my blog back in February, you might remember this horse.
She was the third horse I rode, after being injured by Baby Doll and getting back up on her back after Christmas to move forward and past my fears. But this horse was after the sweet, steady-eddy Rosie, to regain my confidence and get more riding experience.
I rode this mare out on the snow covered trails with my Snowy Mountain Cowgirl Club friends. (By the way, that experience and the post, too, was very beneficial and an important part of my journey coming back into horses after my injuries and surgery)
Do you remember this horse now?
A few days ago I was hopeful.
It was sunny and warm, temperatures into the upper 70’s. My peach blossoms seemed to be recovering well from last week’s hail and ice storm.
Even buzzing bees stopped by to pay them a visit.
I had been enjoying the fresh air and cheerful bird songs by keeping my window open, even at night. The nights were still cool with temperatures down into the 40’s and 50’s, but I was cozy tucked underneath my down comforter. I sleep better that way even though some people would say it’s too cold and want to close the window and turn on the heat.
Yesterday a huge storm raged all day and night with sustained winds of 40-50 mph and gusts up to 67 mph. Wind like that can be very unsettling. Quite a few times I felt my bed vibrating and realized the wind was slamming so hard into our house that it was making our walls shake.
The skies steadily got darker and when I woke up this morning, I was greeted with this.
Last night when I went in to gather eggs from my chickens I found their plexiglass window had been blown out and broken into too many pieces to salvage. So I found an old poster frame, removed the plexiglass, and cut a piece to replace inside the chicken house window. I decided to use some duck tape to keep it from being blown out again, because the winds were still raging. This morning when I went to check on and feed my flock, I found that the window survived the night.
That flowering tree inside their coop is a Red Delicious Apple Tree. It had just started blooming in the last two days. Ironically, I was thinking of taking some macro photos of some of the blooms yesterday, but figured I’d wait until today after the winds died down.
Too bad because now the poor blooms have probably went into shock.
I wonder if some of the buds might not bloom at all. But at least I got my macro shots. sigh.
When I was feeding the chickens (inside their house, of course) I noticed that my broody hen, Mrs. Cotton had decided to sit on the fake wooden egg, inside the other nest, instead of the three Polish and Silky eggs I gave her two weeks ago.
The eggs were cold. So much for Springtime chicks.
Ranchman John is in Philadelphia starting a new job and will be there for several months. So, I’m on my own again in taking care of things around the ranch and with my kidlets. I guess it was wishful thinking that our weather would be better, so that I wouldn’t have to hike up to the barn over icy, muddy, snowy and slippery ground.
I learned my lesson the last time I slipped and fell and hurt my knee when it snowed last month. This time I wore my knee brace and used my trekking poles as support and leverage. I probably looked silly with my heavy coat, gloves, tuque, and snow boots pulling myself up the hill with what appeared to be ski poles. Oh well, if it keeps me from falling again, that’s fine with me.
The trek up to the barn looked long and cold.
I didn’t lock Apache up in her stall last night because I prefer to let my horse decide where she wants to spend her time. I like giving my horse the freedom to move around and be where she's most comfortable. The two paddocks and pasture that Apache has access to both have evergreen tree wind blocks and shade, as well as access to the barn 24/7. But she seems to prefer the outside over being in the barn. Apache mostly just eats in her stall and sometimes goes in to escape the wind. She doesn’t like to be penned up and becomes fidgety and antsy inside. She did look happy to see me this morning, though, and trotted right up to me, nickering. So sweet.
Apache wasn’t so sure what to think of my trekking poles at first.
But I had carrots.
“Feed Me”
Frustratingly, because of the crazy gusting wind, a lot of snow still made it into the barn. With their thick fleece, the llamas aren’t bothered by the snow at all.
Cataleya says, “Got cookies?” (She looks like a frosted mini-wheat, don’t you think?)
I suppose it was wishful thinking hoping that the arrival of our Barn Swallows meant Spring was finally here. The pair that is building this mud nest, on our ceiling outlet, might be thinking of moving to a warmer climate soon.
(I think it’s neat to see our chicken’s feathers up there along with llama fiber and Apache’s tail and mane hair)
Most folks who don’t have horses or other livestock can’t understand the appeal of just hanging out in a barn listening to the animals munch their hay. It’s almost zen-like listening to their rhythmic chewing. I was particularly satisfied watching and listening to Apache this morning sloppily, slurping her grain mash with gusto.
But I still don’t think she appreciated me locking her up in her stall and pen.
And I know she can’t be too happy with our never-ending winter.
I suppose it was just wishful thinking, believing that winter was finally over.
Yesterday, my kidlets were helping me cut down the old juniper tree that split in half and fell over sideways during one of our last heavy, wet snowstorms.
Jeremiah was a pro at using my Fiskars Hand Saw.
Jax even came out to help when he found out how much fun we were having. Who knew hard work could be so fun?
Between the three of us, we disassembled the old juniper in no time at all.
Afterwards Jenna joined us and we carried all the branches up to The Woolies’ paddock, as the goats, llamas and sheep will enjoy eating the bark and needles.
The wind was picking up by the time we were done, but we saw our neighbor friend Val out hand-grazing her horses and Jenna wanted to give Nadia and Yalla! some carrots, so we walked over and visited for a little while until we were shivering from the cold.
Then around 3 am I was awakened by powerful gusts of wind slamming into my tower bedroom along with flashes of lightning, and the machine-gun like sound of hard blowing rain hitting the walls of the house. Wind like that is always unsettling to me and I wasn’t able to get back to sleep until almost 5am.
I woke up feeling old, tired and sore from all the physical exertion of cutting down the tree, along with some Spring Cleaning I did in the garage and up in the barn and paddocks, too. But the day was grey, chilly and windy, so I didn’t feel bad about taking the day to rest in bed while looking out my window onto my bedroom balcony.
But I was none too happy about Old Man Winter paying us a visit today.
(The view from our house looking up towards our pasture and paddocks)
And I know the chickens weren’t either.
But Mrs Cotton didn’t mind at all because she’s feeling broody again and is laying on 3 eggs.
Note: I did manage to take a photo for Grey Horse Matters so she could see Phyllis Diller, our Buff-Laced Polish hen. Arlene of Grey Horse Matters was worried that Phyllis Diller wasn’t around anymore. But as you can see, Phyllis Diller is alive and well, except for looking a little damp and limp from the rain and snow. (By the way, did you notice that our hen Phyllis has grown spurs? I thought only roosters had spurs. We know Phyllis is a hen because she lays eggs and doesn’t crow, but why the spurs?)
Some of our early Spring flowers looked limp and sad about the snow, too.
Our apple trees are just beginning to blossom.
And our poor peach tree is already covered in lovely pink blooms……now coated in a layer of ice and snow.
This will not turn into a good outcome for our summer peach crop at all. The chances of us having any fresh juicy peaches this year are slim now. It’s such a sad situation I could cry.
Even worse I feel terrible for Apache because she was soaking wet and shivering when we went up to her paddock to bring her into the barn. She’s not used to our mountain weather yet, being that I brought her up from the Rio Grande Valley, and she’s mostly shed out now, too.
I meant to buy her a blanket when I ordered my saddle, but figured the worst of our winter weather was over. Poor sweet girl.
Jax had to climb up to the roof to brush the wet snow off our Direct TV Dish so we could watch TV with a clear signal.
Just think……….Last week I spent the afternoon with my chickens, reading and relaxing in my camp chair enjoying 78 degree temps. I even ended up with sunburn. And a few days ago we had thick fog and heavy rains.
Weather can always be a little unpredictable up here above 7,000ft in the mountains, but I think most folks would be surprised that New Mexico can have springtime weather like this.
Sometimes even I am, too.
