Daisys. I am not planning on pushing them up anytime soon. I just love them.

Prairie Farmer, C3D, and GoLightly(HA! You thought I forgot that you garden with a green thumb didn't you?) you ladies have your work cut out for you.
I must learn everything from step one.

The cream and rich pink Gerbera I want for the flower boxes I am going to build for the pump house windows. I think with some deep blue pansies for contrast, or violets. The wave kind of pansies or maybe even petunias?
The raspberry bushes are around the pump house and my friend twined the grape vines going up the scaffolding of the windmill.

I would like the Marguerite daisy combined with Tiger Lily around one barn. A solitary stand of the Shastas mixed with the Pink Daisy and maybe some purple Columbine?
I saw these almost black they were so red tulips one time done in alternating rows with creamy ivory tulips in a very chi chi magazine. I was thinking in a row on the south side of the drive marching along the tree line there.

There should be a large cluster of gladiola where the driveway makes an L. And I would like a horseshoe shaped herb garden with a small stand of more herbs in the center. Like amphitheater seating.
The veggie garden will be on the east side of the house I am thinking or the west side of the garage.
And that is as far as, I have thought.

Except for, the trellis for the climbing Sheherazade roses.
And there should be lavender and sage around the house. And marigolds big and small interspersed.
I love periwinkle and yellow too. Any thoughts? I am hopeless at ground cover ideas. I like moss roses, ivy, the silver stuff, and the spikey thingamajig. Sweet potato vine maybe?

PF I will PM (private message on yuku and such otherwise email) as soon as I make a file to storage all of the info.
Blood meal is expensive?
And can someone explain hummingbird and butterfly gardens?
I am so excited in a calm and very satisfying way to be planning this plan.
Sweetpea? And what is sweet William again?
I worked a couple of months in WalMarts lawn and garden. The selections on everything were very limited.

I need a bird bath!!! And a tortoise(resin). And a witch ball. And wind chimes. And a metal sculpture. And a weather vane.
Must stop. Because I am even overwhelmed.lol

I have milk cans and an iron wagon wheel. Oh God, now I want to be a potter.
HELP!!!

What I have Been Trying To Say...Leaving Babylon

I read this book a very long time ago. A futuristic tale about how the Romans of old had advanced and moved on into space.
It detailed a file in their records describing the phenomenon of Jesus. Who they described as a schizophrenic with a fondness for whores.
It cracked me up.
Perspective. It is all about the perspective.
Evil is not subject to perspective. It simply is.

I never planted a garden there. Nor, so much as, hung a basket of flowers. My mantra for the last 2+ years?
Please Jesus place a hedge of protection around all here that you hold dear.

What was the point of the exercise? That the evil there be ended. Or, at least, thwarted.

I have never been known to suffer fools lightly. I have zero patience with those, who will see something as clearly as any other for exactly what it is, and still make excuses.

I have long wondered why when evil walks among us so many simply accept it?
To this day it amuses me when some would try to define me as a victim. Or, even better, claim that I portray myself as one.
What the fuck are THEY smoking!?!

As hard as, my life has sometimes been, all of this shit is like a minute in the grand scheme of everything.
And I have never been alone in the hard. No, I am just not that unique.

I do not explain everything as what would be the point? Take a look around anywhere I have been and ask yourself what might be different?
It is no part of my plan to suffer in silence.
And it certainly was not ever part of my plan to suffer indefinitely.

Perspective. I renamed the heifer. Mercy. Because she has not one iota of it in her make up.
The world does not suit me as it is. I do not accept it as it is. And I never ever bought the program that one must have both good and evil.
Hubby says that I am bad because I am good. And I am good because I am bad. He has the right of it.

When I started this I was going to name some names. And somewhere in the course of it unfolding, it became very clear to me that it is not necessary to do so.

To those of you who claim to be Christians or good people, and you lie, embrace evil, and try to bring misery to me and mine?
A word of advice. Don't.
You had your shot. And you lost. BIG...
I will never be defeated by such as you.

And now I am off to take a long hot bath, put my pajamas on, and my white house slippers, and familiarize myself with our new home.
I love Karma. Girl been GOOD to me!
And to every last one of you who have bolstered me, shared with me, laughed with me, cried with me, and loved me, I might have done it without you. But I am so very glad that I did not have to.
You kept my heart warm and my compass accurate.
Thank you and know that I love you too...

For my friend Jess my version of a science joke in reference to the picture of the rose and violets and so much more. *When hydrogen's proton comes off or reacts with something, its electron is left behind. This makes the remaining molecule negatively charged. Acetic acid disassociates into the hydrogen ion (H+) and the acetate ion (C2H3O2-). If water is present, it will grab the H+ ion.
Yep, it was definitely something in the water.LOL

The Window...

My little den with the magic window. I have not laid in the rugs, wallhanging, and what nots as yet. And I see that one of my shutters is upside down and I am missing two drawers in my bureau.
Yep, it was definitely one of those days. I will be taking a trip to the Doctor tomorrow. I am too cheap or frightened of incurring an emergency room bill to go there.
We finished transporting the rest of the crew today. And Echo gave me a surprise. A very painful one. I had my right hand on the chin strap of his halter, and he spooked and went up before he flew back, and took my hand over the top of my shoulder.
I may have screamed. More than once.
It really hurt.
Still does.
Have I ever mentioned that I get very abrupt on pain meds? Fair warning.

I wish I had a picture of Johnnie the rotten ass mule flying back out of the trailer.
I think he cleared a good 20' before he touched ground.
He had a moodswing.

Can someone remind me to take a picture of our Hebrew plates when I get them up? Yep..uh huh...I haz em.

My personal favorite of today? Lizzie was being naughty at feeding time. I bellowed something to the effect of get off of me you unruly bitch before I knock you the f#$% out!!!
Yes, our new lease holder had brought his wife out to meet me.
I am happy to report she has a sense of humor. Still more than a little embarrassing though.

I want a 3 day nap when this is over. I NEED a 3 day nap.

ETA: We all have our own rooms and have for years. The boys? They snore. Loudly.

Liars and Con Artists and Thieves!?! Oh My!!!

Well, it would appear, that some of the assholes laughing all of the way to the bank with other peoples money, may just get a sample of the consequences of fraud.
The mean Dena says, "HA! Bitches..."
Naive Dena who tore herself to shreds thinking she would never be good enough for the fine folks of rescue? Also says, "HA! Bitches..."
Sunshine, butterflies, rainbows, and fairies.
Who has the time to create all of those amazing, glittery, photo shopped websites?
I have not even mastered PayPal.lol

I am still working on my anger and disillusionment issues caused by, the whores in rescue.
Now I know that many try to dismiss me and my opinions. Because I am supposedly crazy.
At least, I do not lie about important stuff. And I would never attack another with nothing more substantial than lies.

I learned something though. And it has gone a long way towards soothing my wounds.
I would like to share a story with my readers. I do not do these types of pieces because..well..I just don't. This situation is long resolved so there is no plea for funds.
So, just relax and enjoy the story.

The True Story of Isabelle

I had stopped by a traders place that I sometimes get tack from. It was late and it was dark. And I saw something I may never forget.
I am trader get. A laminated card carrying 3rd generation trader brat.
Translation? I know the rules of treating equines as a product.
On this particular night the rules began to disintegrate.

I saw what I thought had to be a mechanical horse. Some type of weird and distressing science project maybe. My mind just could not process that this could possibly be a real horse.
Until, I saw this creature try to get away from her abusers. The other horses in the pen.

I believe my exact words were WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?! There were lots of excuses thrown around, and of course, it wasn't anyone theres fault. She came that way.
I had some choice words to share and I left.
I cannot describe the way this ate at me. I walked around ready to cry, did not sleep, and just could not shake free from the thought that anyone could allow an animal to suffer so.
I wasn't any better. I left her there.

I won't share what the catalyst was that made me hook up the truck to the trailer. I already take enough heat for being not quite right.
Let's just say, I could not take it anymore. I also did something I never do.
I made it very clear to all parties that the horse was going in my trailer or there would be hell to pay.

She was waiting for me when I got there. To this day, I will never know how she hung on that long. They had put her behind the barn, no food, no water, and the biting insects were horrible.
They liked her too much to outright kill her was the excuse.

My son, that wonderful boy, said and I quote, "She needs a beautiful name because she is a beautiful horse."
He named her Isabelle.
The vet showed up and wanted to euthanize. I said, "No." Micah came out and said, "Isn't she beautiful Dr. J***? Can't you see it? She is beautiful on the inside."
In our vets defense, Isa was so far below a Henneke 1 it was scary.

And so Isabelle, who soon became Isa, came to rule this family's life for a short while.
I don't think any of us will ever forget her amazement that the clean stall with fresh pine shavings was for her. Her absolute gratitude for the soft alfalfa, grain, and clean cool water.

We all cried the first time she romped with the herd. Because she wasn't supposed to be able to do that because she was crippled. A smashed pelvis or some such.
She was 3 when she came here.
It was a very sad day for us when she left us.

Now don't go thinking she died. Because she certainly did not. Uh huh. She has her own herd now, that she is no less than lead mare in.
And she has a very special job.
She is the one that the kids from the blind school get to feel. Because she is gentle and trustworthy. And she has the softest hair God ever graced an equine with.

Isa has had a huge impact on our family. And particularly, me. She caused me to break with tradition. She gave me every reason to say, I don't care about the money. And as, it was my money, I damn well could.
She caused me to step up for what I believe in. And in doing that, a great many people used that as an excuse to ridicule me. Because, according to them, she had no value.

I have made my peace with it. And yes, I would do it again. Isa helped me clear a lot of garbage in a short period of time. Baggage I think it is called.
She taught me that you do not throw good money or love after bad. She taught me that sometimes, you just have to let go of everything that you think you know, and swim in uncharted waters.
The difference is, when I take on something like this it isn't done with the intent of causing other people to pay for it.


Our beloved Isa. The one horse my friend says I can never have back. Because Isa owns her too...

So, to everyone who looks at these animals as, an opportunity to profit and pay themselves, under the guise of rescue, all I really have to say is this.
God is watching. And vengeance is His.
And it is my sincere hope that He will forgive me for calling the IRS on them in between now and then.
The truth really can set you free. Some of these folks should try it sometime.
I feel better...

Heading Out...

First off I want to thank you all for your kind well wishing. I have been a little under the weather and was slow to do that.
I feel a little like Lot's wife. Don't look back and all of that.
But it is hard.
So is being positive ALL of the time.
I think it is probably good that I do not live in a time when killing your enemies was smiled upon. Nowadays you go to prison if you shoot the asshole who breaks into your house and threatens you and yours.
Weird.

But we have been packing. And overcoming standard day to day obstacles. And some not so standard ones.
And suddenly my stock is very popular. And that is good. And hard.
And I am asking myself what is going to be different at the new place? Besides, the obvious.

And I have determined that everything is going to be different. Yes, everything. Because never again will I tolerate what I have tolerated here.
Nip it all in the bud so to speak.

I bought Francesca a new hairbrush and litter box.(she regurgitated a mouse on Micah's dresser and that was a hoot.) Fresh starts you know. Flannel sheets are on my list of things to pick up.
Can you believe I bought new towels? 4 of them. The first ones since 2004.

I will be making lovely soap again. And importing mecate, silver and copper items, and Canelo boots from Mexico to add to my sale items for this next Spring.

I have begun painting and distressing Micah's furniture. Cannot for the life of me decide on a wall color.

I am adding a chandelier and a beautiful glass entry door to what is to become our new home.
I have an interesting cache of items that I have collected over the years.

I should be happy right? I guess I am old fashioned in that taking a 6 figure financial hit has me a little morose.
I think the sooner we go the sooner this all can become a part of our past. The sooner I may begin to put all of the negativity behind me.
And prosper again in all of the ways that really matter.
Because this last year has assisted in my becoming a real bitch.

You should see the vultures circling. Counting the heads in the pasture. Waiting for me to fail and hoping to profit from.
That's incentive.

And then, I remind myself just how lucky and blessed we are. Right about the time I am thinking 5-10 might be worth it.lol

I have turned away 3 serious buyers on my yellow horse. And now I know why. And I know what the plan was and is.
The why is you just don't give away or sell your dream. Because to do so has the power to diminish so much.
And if you sacrifice everything when it is not necessary to do so it can be a very bitter pill.
There have been enough of those to swallow over the last year. So, for now, I am going to be just a little selfish.
The plan? Why to fly of course. Very fast, very high, and very far.

Happy Thanksgiving...

That is all I've got. For the moment.

Let's Get Real...Ya Just Gotta Love Those Redheads!

A friend of mine is losing another piece of her heart. And that just plain sucks. Making the tough decisions and the even tougher calls.
Saying Goodbye.
And knowing that no matter how much you might wish differently you just can't turn back the clock.

I am so sorry Girl. You have me wishing I could turn back the clock too. I do not have any glib answers or responses.
No.
It just sucks.
But you? You are pretty AWESOME!..
So, I am thinking the old girl landed in high cotton when you determined to take her under your wing.

Chin up kid! I still say she is beautiful. You both are...