Babies on the brain

Blossom needs a friend and I need a baby. These miniature goats look like a pretty good choice

and how about this character?!! a Southdown miniature sheep. That is NOT photoshoped!:)

Angel babies are near and dear but not much to hold.

xo milady

God Bless the Child

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How I Feel Today

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Emma Hill and her Gentleman Callers

Went to Telluride to see Emma Hill and her Gentleman Callers lastnight at the old historic Opera House.

WOW

I even cried some.

I loved witnessing her raw talent, smitten by the soulful harmonics and hauntingly beautiful rifts of the slide guitar.

She's the real deal. Im excited for her.

xo milady

Miss America

Im back friends...been on a techno diet. all my modern staples decided to die at the same time so i just went with it and enjoyed the peace for a change. got rid of the tv too. kids are actually reading and old cd's are finding their way into the airwaves.

Quietness begets time to dip deeper.

I've been swimming in the cool mountain run off alot - at home in the cold murkiness - cutting through it like a thirsty missile. The water feels healing and healing is what i need. Its been a strange and deepening summer so far.

Summer in rural west America means county fairs and rodeos. Rosie is fulfilling her princess duties at neighboring fairs.

all is well.

xo milady

Mrs Doolittle

Yesterday we went to our first "weigh in" for our 4-H pigs who are now 5 months old and WAY TOO BIG thank you very much. All the trucks and stock trailers line up, painful ear tags are shot into ears and distress is had by all breeds. The little goats being lead and yanked by their pint sized owners made me sad. My boys clung to my side and whipsered "they're being mean".

Back in april I mentioned about my struggle with this livestock venture. (just now getting a friendly nudge from miss Blossom :) I just can't seem to seperate the beast from the soul. Some experienced farm moms told me i'll get used to it.
I hope i never do.

Maybe in the dinosaur world i was a swamp thing that only ate plants or maybe i was a lamb or a cow who only ate grass. Maybe I wandered the Umbrian hills with the naked St Francis 800 years ago and talked to birds. Besides the whole vegetarian/carnivore discussion, i am most curious about the friends i see in animals. I LOVE ANIMALS. So, when i see a goat in distress or a pig in a panic i want to mother them into calmness, gain back the trust that makes us all friends. Its a pull i cannot deny.

A funny devout mom i know was giving me crap at the soccer field one day, saying how disgusting is it that i have a lamb. She now calls me Mrs. DOOLITTLE. I am flattered which was surely not the idea. The only thing i remember about being raised Catholic is the day we celebrated the animals. ( and my communion at which i secretly pretended to marry Adam as we walked down the aisle in our fancy wedding outfits) There was a big altar spilling with flowers and statues of little lambies and animals. It was the most glorious thing i had ever seen. Then, much later a friend told me of a cathedral in New York City she attended where she witnessed everything from a newt on a pillow to an elephant being lead down the aisle to the tune of harmonic angels in a grand procession of blessings. Oh how i would love to see that!!

Its pagan and christian, weird and wonderful but most importantly a ritual with pure intent - acknowledging that we all are blessed creatures - ALL OF US -from the slimey spotted to the coiffed, waxed and clothed. its the ALL ONE principle and it just feels right.

What do you think?? I'd love to hear.

http://www.stfrancisanimalblessing.com/

xo milady

Poppies and Ponies

We have a sweet little Welsh Appaloosa mix whose name is Poppy. She was Rosie's English horse but really my big dog. No one rides her much these days since she has hoof issues which make her sore from time to time. She reminds me of Merry Legs from Black Beauty. She even opens gates and lets everybody out. I love her rounded Welsh head , long eyelashes and plucky spirit.

Feel like posting, but didn't know what...so here's a alittle tribute to Miss Poppy and the sale of some of my horsey knobs lastnight

xo milady

9 years ago

9 years ago i had a baby. a teeny tiny little baby who we named Roscoe after his great great great great. (add about a jillion of these)....grandfather from 13th century France, Roscoe de la Feld.

Roscoe of the Field.

We thought Rosabel was him. We waited and expected him . he travelled far and wide through the ages to get to us, only problem was, he was 4 months EARLY! He just didn't know he was soooo so teeny tiny.
we called him the "early bird special" when i finally woke up i got to meet him...it must've been the middle of the night, it was all dark except for a peaceful blue light and there under a shiny halo was my little perfect man....i put my hand on him and prayed.
i kept praying, refused to doubt, surrendered even when they cut him open and fixed his teeny tiny heart

and as each miracle revealed itself we kept on ...one tender hopeful unknowing step at a time

til he came home on his due date a fat little newborn who is now a brilliant, athletic, handsome, sensitive, wise, perfect son of mine.

Happy Birthday Roscoe of the Field!

xo milady

Blossoms

My girls, Rosabel and Blossom enjoying a snuggle on ....ahem ...the couch. This lamb- im telling you...exudes peace and love. She just does. I hope it lasts into her sheepness.

And then there's the blooms...the fresh bubbles of pink and cream...you have no idea how dear this is at this altitude.

The hummingbirds have arrived and have been buzzing around this pregnant lilac tree.

Gustav Klimt - just plain ol' pretty.

The view from my studio. Seriously.

More blooms to ogle at. I have never seen these. I absolutely love them.

Enjoy the Spring wherever you are!

xo milady

Funny Pictures

marc jacobs post-it drawings

Found a new (to me) illustrator whose simple diagrams of random thoughts really inspire me to doodle. There's something fresh and relieving about his drawings. I love the curt, precise, get - to - the - point - if there is one. If i spent half the time doing my own work instead of ogling others ...oh the places i'd go!

xo milady