It must be fall

The morning chill was enough for John to dig out a turtleneck and for Callie to snuggle up in his lap for a little snooze. Fall is definitely in the air. It's time to attack the unsplit wood and start stacking! I've got 3 lbs. of green beans to put up, tomatoes to deal with, and a lawn that needs mowing. But first, since we're both on vacation, we need to go for a trail ride!

Callie's wintertime location

Toasty warm by the woodstove

Snugging up for winter

The gardens are tucked in for the winter at last. We mulched the empty beds and the remaining crops; Swiss chard, beets, carrots, and overwintering garlic. The hoop house protects our hardy spinach and Asian greens. The boardwalks have been pulled up and stored in the garage. We're all ready for the cold blasts of winter.
My bird feeders are emptied almost every day as the birds feast on fatty oil-rich sunflower seeds. The suet blocks, pecked away to nearly nothing in a week need replacing already. Last night, a mouse scurried among the leaves along the house foundation, looking for a cranny to sneak into as Callie gave chase. She's not the hunter Ruby was and came away empty-jawed. Nothing like have a good Rottweiler mouser on the premises!
With the forecast calling for wet stormy weather ahead, like the squirrels gathering food, I cache dry wood inside the house at the garage--a good supply to get us through the dank, dark days ahead.

Time in the irons

Harley and I made a breakthrough on Saturday. We finally got across the brook at Orris Falls. It did require me to dismount (something of an issue as he was all in a dither), but with a lead line and carrots we finally made it across. Most of the ride was a challenge. Poor Harley was afraid something was bound to jump out of the woods at him and insisted on trying to turn back. I wouldn't say he's barn sour as much as he is scared. But with constant leg, crop, and an insistent seat, he finally moved forward. We backed up and circled around at least 6 times, and once, I nearly gave up, but we did it--a completed ride on the lollipop loop. Too bad Callie Lou couldn't come too--she'd have liked the romp the in the woods.

Sunday, I hooked up with Michelle, the other boarder, and we took to the woods heading for Wells. She has shown us some great trails up there, but it's such a tangle in my head, it will be hard to remember them all. We rode for about an hour an a half with some nice spots for trotting and cantering. I think Harley really enjoyed the latter--I could feel that Thoroughbred blood coming to life! The thrill of the race! He's also afraid of being left behind, truth be told. Harley, you big chicken! Michelle's dog Dasher came along for ride, streaking through the woods, sniffing around stone walls, and leaping downed trees. Next time John and I head up that way, Callie Lou will have to come too! She needs some new territory to explore and maybe if she's out front, she can boost Harley's confidence!

As John said, time in the irons is what I need to get my legs back. Sure enough, I was a bit sore Saturday night Sunday's ride loosened them up a bit, but it will take a lot of hours in the saddle.

Callie's last ride in Bucky the Trucky

 Bucky the Trucky is soon to be replaced with a new Tacoma, another green one, with more bells and whistles. Due to the rusty frame recall, I've been forced to replace him, even though he still runs fine. Yikes, there goes a chunk of change! Callie Lou won't like that there's no rear window in Bucky II, although I may spring the $'s to add one.

The animals are taking over our lives!

Twice a day, we head to the barn for Harley care and, if we have enough energy, a ride. John graciously walked along side me for about 4 miles when we hacked out down the pipeline. Harley was a little squirrelly with big puddles and tried to spin out on me a few times. But other than that, he was a doll. I wasn't sure what to expect from dirt bikes and ATV's, so John clipped him onto the lead just in case. He didn't seem to mind them too much--but the scary water....YIKES!
And now Callie Lou is clamoring for our attention too, like an older sibling that's feeling neglected. How does she demonstrate this? By coming upstairs now and sleeping on the bed. It all started the night we had a thunderstorm. I know she's afraid of the booming, but she's never climbed the stairs before. And since then, every night, the minute we head up, she's hard on our heels. The only problem? She can't get back down those steep, slippery steps. I've ordered some tread rugs for traction, and hopefully that will work. Otherwise, we are in for a workout every morning! First we have to drag her to stairs, and then collect 4 scrambling legs, and haul her into our laps for a sit-down ride. This must be why people get toy dogs--a squirming 80+ lb. Rottweiler is not easy to manage!
But we love 'em both, babies that they are!