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In which I do the things I always do in August (mostly riding)

We had a break in the heat last week, but then it hotted back up again. Ugh.  Temps above 80* do not make me happy--and hot temps make the forest fire smoke even harder to breathe.
I was happier than usual to be working:  my library is a cooling shelter.  Ahhhh.
Then came the weekend.  No AC at home.  What to do?

So, that was Friday. 

Saturday had thunder and lightning in the forecast.  Hmmm.

But wait! 

Madeline is home visiting from Texas, and she will be riding at Fish Creek on Saturday afternoon. 

How about...

Madeline saddled up her old friend Hana, and we doodled around the arena for an hour.

Speaking of doodling around, Eleni was at the barn too, riding a couple of horses.  Eleni is getting ready for a horse-safari trip to Botswana (!!!!!!!) and wants to ride all kinds of horses so she'll be ready for whatever they give her in Africa.
Okay, then:

And I rode too, of course.  Here's the evidence that I need to spend more time in the arena this winter:

Sunday morning, out came…

In which I carry buckets around because fresh food tends to appear

Summertime, and the fooding is easy...

Blackberries are the obvious easy target here in the Swampland--they are everywhere.  This year's harvest promises to be a good one, as we had a damp Spring and a sunny Summer so far.  That makes lots of big, fat, juicy, sweet berries.

But blackberries aren't the only food that runs amok locally.  There are also apples.

At Fish Creek, an elderly apple tree was so heavily laden that two major branches broke off.  

We harvested the apples from those branches right off the ground.  Dick told me that the tree was considered "old" when he bought the farm more than 40 years ago!  Alas, it will probably not survive much longer.
But the apples, combined with some blackberries made excellent blackberry-applesauce. The recipe* is at the bottom of this post.  

The buckets are also used at home, of course.

This year I planted 4 varieties of beans.  We ate almost all the purple bush beans fresh.  They ripen first, when we are enthusiastic abou…

In which somebody at the library has good "poney" training skills

It's too hot to think, and much too hot to think of something to write about this week.

So, here: 

I'm a big believer in trick training for horses, which includes training truly stupid tricks.

But this.  This is amazing.  
Here's the text for those who can't quite read it in the picture.  The spelling and punctuation is transcribed directly and not corrected by this author:

Trick #1

Step one put apple on poney's noes.

Step 2  then hold out hand and tell poney to whait

Step 3  point finger out then as you move it in a cuilcure moteion say go

Step 4  poney flips its head and catches the apple and eats it.

I wonder what Trick #2 is?
It's good.  That's what it is.

In which there's a summer routine: ride, work, play, eat, repeat as needed

Riding is always first on my list of preferred activities. But it's been so hot!

The garden is really starting to pay off now.  We're eating potatoes, cherry tomatoes, purple beans, collard greens, parsley, (the last) snap peas, and (the first) zucchini.  Plus eggs, of course.

In about two weeks we will be overwhelmed with green beans.  Please plan your visits accordingly.

Betsey and Amaya helped me get the first loads of hay in for winter.

Moving hay is hard, heavy, hot work, and I always end up with a bright itchy red rash for a few days after, but having friends help makes the process much happier.

Speaking of gardens, the Powellswood Storytelling Festival had to cancel this year, but two storytellers offered free performance clinics in the Garden last week, so we trekked down to learn stuff and visit all the pretty.

Stories (and storytellers) make me happy.

Oh, and after much angst, I got a new Egg.

Jim's wedding officiant business (the warm-weather alternative to Santa…

In which we go to the Highland Games and there's a Henry photo dump

Henry has been a friend of Haiku Farm since he was a little boy.

He's not so little any more.

For many years, it's been Henry's goal to participate in the Highland Games "heavy events":  the throwing and lifting competitions like the hammer throw, caber toss, shot put, and keg carry.

Today, he did it (in a skirt, as is traditional).

We were there to clap and cheer.

And to take photos.  Here are a bunch of pictures.  We hope y'all are as proud of this boy as we are.

Congratulations on your excellent day, Henry!