All Quiet On The Western Front

Sometimes I just like to be cheeky. That photo from yesterday screamed its title, Moon Over Ass, as I was snapping it. That is Honey’s Blue Steel pose. She couldn’t hook a left if her life depended on it.

It was darker than expected this morning when I went out to feed Claire and Honey.

But that’s probably because there was a bit of cloud cover over the moon.

But yesterday was one of those quiet, hazy blue sky days where everything around Casa Claire just popped. In the morning, the moon hung around way longer than expected over the western horizon. Like it was trying to get my attention. It actually hit its zenith during our daylight hours.

Which is fine, as it kept drawing my eyes westward. And I had the full moon candle burning.

The Three Witches were brilliant along the western horizon.

That second shot was taken right out front of Casa Claire when I went to retrieve the recycle bins. Those three mountains are my homing beacons. They watch over Casa Claire. They make me feel safe.

Off to my right, the mules were both facing westward hard at work trimming the front fence line. I captured that shot a moment later.

Funny thing about solar heat. In winter the sun passes along the southern horizon and so it hits the front fence at an angle and the three fence rails block it enough that the snow melts away in a pattern which leaves the three parallel lines of snow along the fence line. But the mules will graze right up to the fence. Keeps the front property looking tight.

After their meal, Claire and Honey retreated to the back and took a nap, ass to ass, along the western side of the property. The burst of afternoon sunshine always makes them a little drowsy.

And then later on in the afternoon they did a little community herding with the neighbor’s horses along the western corner of the back perimeter.

It’s nice to socialize with the locals. Keep up with the neighborhood gossip.

Over all it was a quiet day, but I could not help but feel that something westward this way comes. Maybe its a movie deal. It can happen. It will happen.

But, until then, I have promises to keep. So I better get moving.

You, fine, five readers smile. It’s Friday!!!!!

Full moon on Friday is pure magic. Or, as I like to say, magik.

So, let’s finish our cuppas ands get out there.

Our weekends aren’t going to plan themselves.

But first, I need to cuddle a couple of kitties, and do my rounds.

And no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.