Somewhere around the beginning of February, deep in the bowels of winter, there is a feeling of the coming spring. A quickening. Maybe it is the light that now lasts past 5:00 pm. Maybe it is the angle of the light or maybe it is the slight moisture in or direction of the wind. In spite of yesterdays snow that has turned now to a thick coating of ice, we have a sense of having made it through our first winter. We managed to keep the horses fed and watered.

We managed to plow the driveway and keep the stove going. For me, the biggest triumph is how the ponies have thrived. They seem better than ever with glossy fur and playful relaxed temperments. Of course we have many days of cold and icy percipitation coming but we are on our way out.

Zoe and I have been getting ready for spring by reading up on seeds and gardening, ordering trees and bushes (walnut, mulberry, lindon berry, blueberry….) and planning out next Ancient Ponies farm group potluck (next week)
Also, big news, our garden shed arrived two days ago! It’s beautiful and seems to fit right into the landscape. Three men worked 5 hours to put it up. At first it was snowing hard but then, while it was still snowing, the sun came out and then the snow stopped. It will hold all of our tools, pots, amendments and mower.
Yay! Here is a picture from across the pasture. An then a close up. Cute!

By the way, our friend Mikko Sage is an amazing photographer. The photos of the ponies above are his. We have hired him to be the farm photographer. He is able to capture the magic here. I highly recommend his work.

Jasper is such a ham that most of the pony pictures are of him. Here is a picture of the regal Spencer taken by Mikko.
I’ve taken so many pictures of my horses and have never been able to capture their beauty and personalities.
But Mikko has.
To see more Ancient Ponies photos you can click here.


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Before I go on to tell you how I gave in, I want to say something about people who let their dogs lick their faces or even their lips. You know who you are! Some of my best friends do this! Ugh. I am SO not a germaphobe but this habit is disgusting to me. Here are my two dogs enjoying their treat of popsicles. Auto-correct took the second O out! I really meant POOPsicles. Frozen poop. Yum. And I think horse manure is far from the worst muck that goes in their mouths.
I had to go buy one for Mr Jasper because I was using layers on him, a wool warming blanket plus a wind-proof rain sheet. Too many straps for him and probably not warm enough. I sort of KNOW they would be okay without the blankets given how furry and strudy they are, but I just couldn’t bear it. I was cold and their heavy blankets make ME feel warmer. Plus, doesn’t he just look so handsome?!
I also started giving them water. The stream is not quite frozen over but it’s getting there. When the edges started to freeze, I figured it was time. I don’t want them to have to break through ice to get to water.
It is so silent and bare here. I love the silence. I bask in it. When the air is bitter like this, I find it hard to imagine the intense life that will blossom up here come spring.
I just got back from doing the morning feed and it’s just 5 am. It’s pitch black out there and minus 2 degrees F (-20 C). I went out earlier than usual because this level of cold just worried me. It is SOOO cold. It seems counter-intuitive that a warm blooded animal could be okay sleeping out there. I KNOW they are okay but it just FEELS so not okay….I had to go check them. It also feels like the water out there could simply not be flowing and un-frozen.
I am all prepared for it to freeze with my hyrant in the barn, an unfrozen hose in the house and a water tank heater but if it is flowing in this, my hunch is that I won’t have to use my contraptions. Having fresh flowing water for them is such a wonderful and labor saving benefit. There is something comforting and satisfying about the earth simply providing for them.
Okay, so what do I know about running a farm? Not much. I somehow thought that, with the horses having free run, the ability to be in and out of their stalls with a huge pasture available, that their poop would be nicely distributed around the pasture. I was set up to muck the stalls every day but that was it. Having them poop outside the stalls was great because the work of mucking was light. That actually worked for a while but it all changed with the arrival of winter.

We wish everyone the very warmest of holidays and a really really good new year.

Last weekend we left the farm and drove to Philadelphia for my nephew, Emile’s wedding. It’s the first time I had left the place over night since moving in. Erika and Ryan house/dog/horse sat, taking the dogs on long walks and even going riding a bit. The wedding was lovely and such a chance to connect with old friends and family.

Vancouver was a month ago! So much gets packed into such a short period in this modern life. It’s rich and full, churning, dense, flavorful.
Cool May Evening. I just had a series of sneezing fits. This picture was taken two nights ago when I took a Quabbin walk with the dogs. I went in at Gate 21, the sad sad gauntlet down to the water, and took a left I’d never taken. It took me up a trail that seemed to run along a bit of a ridge until the trail just ended. The place it ended looked like a trumpet mushroom swamp to check out later in the summer. I followed the hill down down along this river. We had to cross it where it got narrow, and Pumpkin jumped over a wide space between the rocks that looked down over rushing water. It would have swept her down had she fallen, and she seemed to know it. But she bravely jumped the divide and then seemed so proud of herself. She started grabbing sticks and shaking them like she knew she was tough stuff.