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Yesterday afternoon as I drove home from my Dad's house, I thought about planting a garden for my Mom.  I woke a few times during the night, each time adding plants in my mind.  There would have to be lilacs, and red salvia.  Rhubarb came to me in the middle of the night.  She baked rhubarb pies a lot when I was a kid -- her favorite and mine too.

Brett and I were up early this morning doing chores.

 Jackson has been very sore on his left front the past few days.  When I got home yesterday, I wrapped it a booty but he was still very sore this morning.  And, his right hind was sore this morning in addition to the front.  I'm suspecting a combination of soft soles (the bane of his existence) and thrush.  I put thrush medication inside the booty and, if nothing else, that sole will be staying dry.

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.