Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Sigh...microsteps

Still nothing going on here as far as the barn. It is getting closer to spring, and I begin to get antsy about getting the barn done and the fencing up. It is so hard to be patient. We poured concrete the end of September in 2007 and put up some of the studs along what are to be the feedroom and tackroom that same year.

The hill is still heavily damaged from the torrential downpour we had after grading the hill and putting down all of the topsoil. One area up near the barn has a good stand of bermuda grass, but we need grass all over the hill. Hubby said he would see about bringing in more topsoil and seeding again. This time we will possibly sod some areas and put netting over the rest of it to prevent washing as much as possible.



The area that washed the worst might become a shallow drainage ditch which we could line with sod. You guys provided some great suggestions to combat future erosion problems, now we just need to figure out the right approach.



Most of the hill is still bare. Because this is fill dirt, nothing will grow in it. Topsoil is a must and is not cheap.


Another photo of the errosion:



Here's the pole barn...it is amazing how quickly things become delapidated when they just sit. How I wish I was good with a hammer and pouring concrete.



For now it is the waiting game. It is hard when you and your spouse don't have the same dreams and ambitions or ideas about things. I need to be better about helping my hubby fulfill his dreams and ambitions and quit nagging him about mine.




Maybe one day it will all come together. I just wish it was before the kids were grown so they could have the same privilege I had growing up with horses. Now I wish I could outgrow the "horse thing" and put it behind me. I've tried, even selling my very beloved horse Hamlet right after my husband and I married. My parents have been kind enough to buy Tonto and Filly so the kids and I could enjoy them as often as we are able, but they are getting to the point that they won't be able to care for them much longer. It's frustrating.


On another note, Sam is still doing great. He has an appointment to be "fixed" on March 19th...don't tell him though!

Sam and Daisy have matching coats! I guess my husband and oldest son really are surrounded by red heads!


And here's old Snowflake...as soon as it is warm enough, I'm taking this poor guy to be groomed. This fellow is about 15 or 16 years old now and his age is beginning to catch up with him.



Enough of the pitiparty! Hope all of you are doing well and thanks for checking in.


Thursday, February 5, 2009

Old Photos

My Dad has been going through some old photos recently. You see, many wonderful years ago, he started a small horse magazine called Horsing Around Alabama. I had the privilege of riding to different farms with him for photo shoots of Alabama horse people. It was so amazing who we got to meet!

Here are some treasured photos from two different articles published in the magazine. These first photos are of Susan Wainwright and her beloved horse Winston Himself. Susan is an avid eventer, trainer and teacher who lives only miles from where I grew up. If I remember correctly, she competed in the Pan Am Games at least once, if not several times. She is a very accomplished rider and has been very successful at the higher levels.

She is pictured here sporting a safety vest. Susan is a huge advocate of the safety vest, as she was wearing one when one of her beloved horses had a heart attack while jumping cross-country and fell on her. Susan's life was spared because she was wearing a safety vest. It wasn't long after this article was published that I was fitted with my own vest for cross country. (It was pink and green!)



Susan is posing with Winston Himself, who sadly went to Heaven last weekend. He was 38 years old! Susan competed Advanced on Winston, I believe - but I know for a fact she loved him more than words can express. He has been a part of her life for most of his 38 years.


The photos below are of the amazing artist, Nan Cunningham. I grew up riding with her daughter, so I had the privilege of getting to see Nan's art first hand, as well as get to know her as a friend. She is a lovely, lovely person. My Dad asked her to be a featured artist in the magazine, so she came to our house and created pastels of Buck for publication. The pastel she is creating in the photo hangs in my parents' house.

The dog in this photo is Spot. Spot was a stray that adopted us before we moved to Pike Road. (We love our strays!)

Nan did a second pastel, the one I talked about in my post: http://pikeroadgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-memory-of-buck-1973-august-25-2001_27.html.

Please check out Nan's website: http://www.nancunningham.com/. She is an incredible artist!!!!

My Dad is a wonderful photographer with such an eye. (He passed that gift on to my oldest brother, who also takes extraordinary photos.) My Dad has documented so many precious moments in my life and in the lives of my children. Thank you Dad, you are so appreciated!!!!