Here in central Alberta prime farm country,my husband Martin and I work together raising beef cattle and Appaloosa horses. Fern valley appaloosas have long been known for their quality of temperament conformation and color.I have recently rediscovered a love of writing and have published 2 collections of poetry. "Telling Tails" and Tails Trails and Campfire stories" . I look forward to a future spreading my wings as an author and as a horse woman .
Because I seem to be the absentee blogger these days. There are a LOT of photos that I have taken and not shared over the summer. Having just completed the 2018 Fern Valley Calendar, I decided to share some of the pictures here. I have done something a little different with the calendars this year, adding some thoughts/ quotes to each page. What my nephew Robert calls "Auntie Sherryisms"
Over the next few posts I will share some of the pictures and thoughts from the summer.
Not a horse or farm post. In light of today being international day of the girl I thought I would share this
"For the girls " Who is this woman? Who is this girl? She's somebody's daughter, she's somebody's world. She is meek she is fierce. She shy she is bold. A she wolf or angel She is young She is old She's not just her looks or the hue of her skin she is, special, for magic, comes from within. Who is that woman Who is that girl She's somebody's daughter She's somebody's world.
So for all of the girls! Mothers daughters , sisters friends!
As we in Canada go into our thanksgiving weekend, it might be a little hard to see the rainbows in this world. We are daily deluged with images of the evil that mankind is capable of.
We are also offered images, if we look past the horrors, of kindness, grace, joy, love and faith.
Of babies, and heroes, of nature and beauty.
If we take the time to look…
I was asked the other day if I watched the game on TV?
Nope, I was outside watching the moon rise and the stars dance.
I committed early this week to a daily thankfulness “what went right” ritual. I have not posted actual statements, but I have tried to share some of the beauty that surrounds me.
Going forward into the weekend, I am thankful, thankful for the beautiful area I lie, the eyes to see it, and heart to feel it.
The family I will see, and those I will think of on this weekend.
The heritage recipes that my mom, and grandmothers, and friends have taught me as I prepare the dinner for many of my loved ones.
That my grandma Horricks taught my sister heather to make the world’s most wonderful pastry, so that she can bring her amazing pumpkin pie, and that while I am blessed to have my very own “Kitchen MacGyver” as a sister, I will likely never have to subject folks to my pastry making skills!
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian family and friends.
And to all of my family and friends, stay safe! You are my blessings