"The hay smells so good!" she said, and ran to get her husband. He was very dutifully impressed by the good smell. Really, Lytha's man is a good 'un, such a nice fellow.
After a brief tour of the garden (beans! blueberries! tomatoes! and some rather pathetic-looking potato vines!) we went out to the pasture to visit the horses.
I offered to let Lytha hop up and take a ride on Hana, but she's still sore from her long ride last weekend on some borrowed endurance horses. Old Baasha doesn't make her work that hard anymore, and her endurance muscles were surprised by the sudden workout at a CMO in the foothills!
Instead, she wanted to see Fiddle's tricks.
They are cute tricks.
If you scratch Fiddle in all the right locations, she makes monkey-lips. Really big monkey-lips. Not dignified at all. Heh heh heh.
And she loves to be scratched...by everyone.
Now, what to do? How about a trip up to the orchard, where we can get some windfall apples for the horses....
and throw them all over the field.
I throw like a girl--so embarrassing--so I just took photos.
Lytha and her man lobbed apples all over the upper pasture.
It took Fiddle and Hana at least an hour to find all those apples. Huh. Rough life, gals.
Life is good, isn't it?