My daughter, Caitlyn, put this cute little video together to introduce our animals on the farm! Enjoy!
This would be our shed… passing the front porch! It's actually from our old house headed to our new hay meadow!
There it goes! It will be turning to the left up the road and somewhat hidden by the very tall pine trees. We will be able to hook up electricity to this shed and in the future, host dinners and wedding parties in the meadow overlooking the lake!
Our pear tree suddenly burst forth with sumptuous, poofy white blossoms! And yes, I'm absolutely swooning!! Everywhere I turn is a kodak-attack to my senses! Grab the camera and click quick...it's here today and pear tomorrow!!
White blossoms are definitely my un-doing. But if that weren't enough, I'm also completely smitten with the play of white against white...all these white structures with their exquisite crooked boards, rust and weathered paint, and cute tiny windows ...surrounded with this golden green halo? Be still my heart!!
My favorite barn across the lake
Spring Maple leaves unfolding
The boys walking up from the lake...boat in hand!
Flags waving along the village streets
My South Lawn
My shady front porch
The girls out for a Spring stroll.
Welcome to Spring in my little corner of the world!
The girls have their ponies, but I've been looking for a nice gentle horse for myself. I started putting the feelers out in late March hoping that I might find me one by early summer. My friend and farrier, Erica, has been on the horse hunt for me...and thought she'd found me a mare. However that proposition fell through so we were back on the hunt once more. Then, suddenly, she gives me a call to tell me she's found my horse! He's perfect! She wants to deliver him to me the following Sunday. Woo hoo! His name is Armado, he's 18 years old, 15.1 hands, an Anglo-Arab...from what I'm told.
I was also told that 'Armado' (which Mainers are pronouncing ARM-u-doo...sounding something like Marmaduke) means 'soldier' in some foreign language. The closest I could find was the Spanish 'Armado' (pronounced ar-MAH-doe...similar to the Spanish Armada) translated means 'to be prepared; ready for action' which I suppose could mean 'soldier' as well...??? But Arma-doo is alas used to his name in the Mainer vernacular...closer to Marmaduke rather than Armada. So...what can I say?
He's a bit more skittish and high strung than our other totally low key and unperturbed ponies. Yet I've noticed that he calms himself down in fairly short order and genuinely enjoys being around people. He's friendly with nice manners. And a really nice mover!
Here he is napping in the favorite 'nappy' spot. I'm pleased to see him so relaxed after only being with us for not even a week yet. There's definitely been the horsey 'adjusting' phase playing out...you know, who's going to claim the high spot in the pecking order?? But Armado is holding his own alright. He's not top dog, so to speak, but he's also not letting the bullies of the pasture (namely Chippy...and at times, Babycakes) push him around either. Of course, Bonnie, the little mini, is completely oblivious...or ABOVE....all that nonsense so she and Armado do just fine together. Good job, Armado!
I'm a Texas girl now living the country life on a lakeside farm in central Maine with my four kids... and of course the horses, chickens, bunnies, cats, and whatever other critters happen to wander in periodically and take up residence.
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The Dining Room
The Front Porch
The Home Office
The Living Room