Brett and I were up early this morning doing chores.
We took the truck on our errands this morning because Brett wanted to pick up a metal water trough for the donkeys. He casually asked if it would be alright if we swung by the nursery so he could look at sprinkler valves. Sneaky. He knows I can't resist the nursery and he knows that the best thing for me right now is to garden. I picked up three bare-root lilacs, a pomegranate and rhubarb. It took me all afternoon to pull all the weed's in Mom's Garden, plant the lilacs and rhubarb, and spread compost over the ground. It's a start.
The dogs were out with us. They mobbed me when I got home last night.
We also opened the pasture gate and let the horses roam the ranch. Flash and Mufasa wasted no time heading to the green grass next to the dressage court.
It took Jackson awhile with his sore hooves, but he made his way to the oak trees on the other side of the court next to the stream.
It's good to be home.