Strawberry Lane: The Open Gate Saga

October 22, 2007

The Open Gate Saga

Did you close the gate?
Sure did ...

6 comments:

BarnGoddessOctober 23, 2007 at 6:23 AM
Royal is beautiful! he also seems as good natured as he is handsome...
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Strawberry LaneOctober 23, 2007 at 9:33 AM
Hi Barngoddess,
He's a sweetheart and has a built in radar for any gates left often ... which you can see seems to happen around here!
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AnonymousOctober 23, 2007 at 2:51 PM
Our horses got out the gate and into the barn last week, too. My husband had JUST cleaned the barn. The horses left piles of signs of their having been out for him.
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Susie QOctober 23, 2007 at 5:44 PM
Royal is so handsome, so elegant, so
devilish! Just how I like a man to be! *laugh*
This is such a precious photo.

Hugs,
Sue, who will continue to keep you all in my thoughts...stay safe dear heart.
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AnonymousOctober 24, 2007 at 4:31 PM
That is quite sweet. My old appaloosa used to hang out with me like that while I drank my tea.

Pax. Kimberly
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paperseedOctober 24, 2007 at 11:19 PM
This photo is so serene and beautiful. I am wowed by it.
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I hope you enjoy visiting our little farm and meeting all our critters. We greatly enjoyed having you here.

Big Fork In The Road

How this farm thing came about is quite unlikely.

I was a Nebraska girl dreaming of living in New York City, wearing Chanel suits, pearls and very high heels. A farm was never part of the plan. Life was about cashmere sweaters, not dirty, muddy shoes.

Then I met a handsome movie star in California. He was charming and good natured, ... but he had a past.

He'd grown up on a farm. He milked cows, rode his horse to school and apparently wore very dirty boots.

He convinced me that our life would be ... normal. And for years, it was. Then, something happened. We decided we needed to live on a farm.

So, that's where we are ... with a barn, horses and all kinds of other creatures necessary to call this a farm. It's true that Hollywood isn't too far away, along with the hectic life that we avoid. There are no dusty roads or Cottonwood trees to line the drive ... this sure isn't Nebraska.

However, with the ocean nearby and all the sunshine, this will do. We love this peaceful life with our animals. And I've become quite attached to my well worn, dusty paddock boots. And, oh by the way, I do wear very tired, very old cashmere sweaters in the barn. Life is good.