tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83491907180169349792024-03-13T01:59:55.914-05:00Lancaster ArtDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-75741842480113204192013-02-10T10:50:00.001-06:002013-02-10T10:50:41.703-06:00Starting the GardenI've had a very busy week. Six paintings sold. Yeehaw!<br />
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Got my pup Nakii to the vet to get spayed. SO glad to get that done.<br />
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This is Moon Over Xanadu....a 6x6 canvas. This new painting is not sold yet.
Available<a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_10888576.html"> here</a>. <br />
Anyway it's warming up a bit. I have planted radishes and a lettuce mix called rocky top. And started the sweet potatoes in jars of water indoors.<br />
Getting some cleaning done in the garden and places ready for the potatoes, onions, and brocolli to go in soon.<br />
I have ordered 40 yards of wedding tulle to hoop over the cabbage, brocolli and some squash. Don't really need that much but it cost the same as 20 yds at Walmart so I got it. Hopefully with that and the BT spray I will have more success in bug wars.<br />
Always so glad when when gardening season is over....and here I am in Feb. itching to get back to it. Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-17727929176174374412013-01-25T11:02:00.001-06:002013-01-25T11:02:42.618-06:00Freezing Drizzly MorningIts been so long since I've written a blog post I forgot my password. Oops<br />
Anyway I have decided to start again. With the weekly newsletter and daily face book posts it seems I do more promotion than painting. So with my blog I'm going to do it a bit differently. OK let's start.<br />
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This morning the dogs get me up. I surely don't need or use an alarm clock. I look out the door of my barn apartment and the horses are in. Not good. I feed the horses and see the freezing drizzle. Not as cold as yesterday but still.<br />
I eat breakfast and feed the pups. They are anxious to go for a walk. I want to stay in a while like the horses so I putter around the apartment.<br />
My skin takes a beating in the winter. I read about a scrub I want to try. So I mix up 1 teaspoon sugar with a teaspoon of olive oil. I rub it on my face and neck, leave it a couple of minutes and wash it off. I don't get all the oil off but no worries it will soak in. My face feels refreshed. Like this and so easy!<br />
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The freezing drizzle turns to a misty rain with the sun trying really hard to come out. The horses go out and I FINALLY walk the dogs. You would think they are kept in a pen from the way they act about walking. But oh contrare they are loose on the farm all the time unless they are in a building with me.<br />
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Anyway it is my Mom's birthday today so sis and I are heading over the mountain this evening to celebrate. I got her the Crazy Cat Lady board game. :) Hope she likes it. Will also take her some homegrown chickens and sweet potatoes.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-86872436347285930712011-10-18T11:31:00.000-05:002011-10-18T11:31:22.616-05:00A Wandering Soul Candles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/awanderingsoul?ref=pr_shop_more"> A Wandering Soul</a> is my favorite Etsy shop and Connie is awesome. I was thrilled to get my all natural soy candle in an earthy eucalyptus and sage scent. I can't tell you how much I love the smell. The soy candles last so long plus no sooty smoke. I plan on getting a few more for gifts and at these prices another one for me!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If your shopping for gifts or want to get something to pretty up your home head on over to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/awanderingsoul?ref=pr_shop_more">A Wandering Soul</a>. You'll be glad you did.</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-70607286222043707142011-10-05T12:21:00.000-05:002011-10-05T12:21:12.437-05:002012 Spirit Horse Calendars<div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/spirit_horse_2012_calendar-158997349280967129?gl=DianaLancasterArt&rf=238983644102091134"><img alt="Spirit Horse 2012 Calendar calendar" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/spirit_horse_2012_calendar-p158997349280967129zv2wx_325.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.zazzle.com/spirit_horse_2012_calendar-158997349280967129?gl=DianaLancasterArt&rf=238983644102091134">Spirit Horse 2012 Calendar</a> by <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/dianalancasterart*">DianaLancasterArt</a><br />
See more <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/horse+calendars?rf=238983644102091134">Horse Calendars</a><br />
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Here they are the new <br />
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2012 Spirit Horse Calendar!<br />
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Twelve Spirit Horses for you to enjoy thoughout the year. You can choose from three different sizes.<br />
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So go ahead and order one for yourself. <br />
These will make wonderful gifts so get a few more to get a jump start on your holiday shopping.<br />
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You will love your Spirit Horse calendar. <br />
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I promise.<br />
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Hugs, Diana <br />
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While taking my hundred pound dog Tonka on a brisk walk over the weekend he crosses in front of me mid step and flips me over his back. I go down into the road hitting quite hard and spraining my wrist. <br />
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Luckily it was my not painting and not previously broken wrist. <br />
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Unfortunately I have no video of my acrobatics. <br />
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Graceful I am not. <br />
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Riding I am also not. <br />
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I am inspired by the golden light and the big harvest moon in the fall. My latest work is Amber Moon. It is <a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_8530255.html">here</a>. Hope you enjoy it.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-9118271985759863222011-09-21T11:03:00.001-05:002011-09-21T11:05:28.823-05:00The Jackass Fairy Pays a Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonka starts barking at daylight. I can smell a skunk and think that is what he is barking at. It's not and he won't be quiet. I get up and see pea soup fog, no horses in the barn waiting for their breakfast. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Another morning in paradise!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-63900819385677227922011-09-14T21:05:00.000-05:002011-09-14T21:05:39.908-05:00Hiking in the Ozarks with Tonka<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwAbCjQAMrBwNc8rQXzmJEN6z_wq6MlH82fUNv2AY97E0IU942xqdel_tiXKGbF32McsJJpGU49wleTTzpsajoCt2ptRZ0bInk16OlRkGxFQoaeIcOzhOF8YRMlFbGMMhxYoHqYiop2WO/s1600/getting+started.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwAbCjQAMrBwNc8rQXzmJEN6z_wq6MlH82fUNv2AY97E0IU942xqdel_tiXKGbF32McsJJpGU49wleTTzpsajoCt2ptRZ0bInk16OlRkGxFQoaeIcOzhOF8YRMlFbGMMhxYoHqYiop2WO/s320/getting+started.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonka and I went out for a couple of days hiking in the Ozark National Forest. It is a place that is very close to my heart and roots. My grandmother, great grandmother and great great grandmother all had farms here. The trail winds through and close by these special places.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqPi_4OvttXyJetpwjIEDSmXHDoxXCIB9AfATXThjHLlSxl2Q2qbotVZYLjQU2D-tXgK6VekvqwsvjpHqA84grELuFiHMp1IIQ7bch18nqmuQBHNo3CYRwko6-kkaDb26qDMJAO9TrOrc/s1600/creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqPi_4OvttXyJetpwjIEDSmXHDoxXCIB9AfATXThjHLlSxl2Q2qbotVZYLjQU2D-tXgK6VekvqwsvjpHqA84grELuFiHMp1IIQ7bch18nqmuQBHNo3CYRwko6-kkaDb26qDMJAO9TrOrc/s320/creek.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> This is Sylamore creek. It was named for Sylamo a Shawnee. My family settled next to a Shawnee village when they came from Tn. Tonka says it feels like home.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKGRIcz8I7J1d2CIGsCGwGTJQ00vyC4og6vq_Gs7WjxTsI9nKAiQ_wY1er6ZYkLUZPa0N5MtdNzhS7f_5knajnnjNKbWV5MwIXjd3gqWeragmeVzJUi24TSqEAtdFCdLGxS-zeVxqfvkj/s1600/livingston+creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKGRIcz8I7J1d2CIGsCGwGTJQ00vyC4og6vq_Gs7WjxTsI9nKAiQ_wY1er6ZYkLUZPa0N5MtdNzhS7f_5knajnnjNKbWV5MwIXjd3gqWeragmeVzJUi24TSqEAtdFCdLGxS-zeVxqfvkj/s320/livingston+creek.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Livingston creek down the trail a ways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR27CIbIBz6jRkFHQE0Hzq7YTvJ96wVIOBBlUXwjK6oPxFAJzt8WpERclbwlmcNC1pbwjGZ1GfVo9N9tBCEfQIxHJEkUA_aEL4BYCTM6XLieJvzDZawPwyJ92Xn5foQvIauB0WstE40ROX/s1600/me+n+tonk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR27CIbIBz6jRkFHQE0Hzq7YTvJ96wVIOBBlUXwjK6oPxFAJzt8WpERclbwlmcNC1pbwjGZ1GfVo9N9tBCEfQIxHJEkUA_aEL4BYCTM6XLieJvzDZawPwyJ92Xn5foQvIauB0WstE40ROX/s320/me+n+tonk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Trying to take a photo of us together with the camera balanced on my pack.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLHrrWS3fr9_BOSOSBPaSEAFtrcsuEaMSheMTkOImsnkJUkynZsHw_Xg0Rj9xtYXzl1pJk5hoa-BrOlj3GUgCCpxeZFViaI6V1qagajETupiaK9oPt7jqsWW3fqq11vLGl3zoBMNXc6tj/s1600/rope+swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLHrrWS3fr9_BOSOSBPaSEAFtrcsuEaMSheMTkOImsnkJUkynZsHw_Xg0Rj9xtYXzl1pJk5hoa-BrOlj3GUgCCpxeZFViaI6V1qagajETupiaK9oPt7jqsWW3fqq11vLGl3zoBMNXc6tj/s320/rope+swing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The rope swing at Barkshed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7i3oQxdfM0yl688Aii2sQVh_lPJPbQPUyuqoZ6DLwxPRjT0AtcOS51wXL8NUb4tgybF5ahfY3xfp2idxiRQww8RjevJGEeAuMTSfBKv7poTEdhMvHALB__MlhFqMTghTDQpWoiOrQKGg/s1600/sylamore+creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7i3oQxdfM0yl688Aii2sQVh_lPJPbQPUyuqoZ6DLwxPRjT0AtcOS51wXL8NUb4tgybF5ahfY3xfp2idxiRQww8RjevJGEeAuMTSfBKv7poTEdhMvHALB__MlhFqMTghTDQpWoiOrQKGg/s320/sylamore+creek.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Taking a break in the water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRF8hMRX1wVFpSTy_DgsTa1_8nW-Mj2zmnwurDbVc1cMinF95_jmsiX_hKNkNCbk4xDq4X6xqC2mwmWDrCWOgGV2EA3QUObEiJLbNuo7up3LSDK0CR983DU9aZoInQMWREL0kLD1axBmE2/s1600/tonka+at+barkshed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRF8hMRX1wVFpSTy_DgsTa1_8nW-Mj2zmnwurDbVc1cMinF95_jmsiX_hKNkNCbk4xDq4X6xqC2mwmWDrCWOgGV2EA3QUObEiJLbNuo7up3LSDK0CR983DU9aZoInQMWREL0kLD1axBmE2/s320/tonka+at+barkshed.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonka was either on a leash or in his muzzle. He can really scare people. We did not see a soul and that suited him just fine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKH6xL4ffifG9uMAVJ9TqrUUiMXU6mAUgBRQdm_0UAVCQFhgR4fS1cjySwc10YfvHLTyrNyUl5vA-ubv_pXVmICkyEetEWyZfqv1DGH6zNqkGUJonUfko2UlrB51T34Ah83a4MrePG-gS/s1600/trailhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKH6xL4ffifG9uMAVJ9TqrUUiMXU6mAUgBRQdm_0UAVCQFhgR4fS1cjySwc10YfvHLTyrNyUl5vA-ubv_pXVmICkyEetEWyZfqv1DGH6zNqkGUJonUfko2UlrB51T34Ah83a4MrePG-gS/s320/trailhead.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">End of the trail.</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-16890465635858923932011-08-11T11:09:00.001-05:002011-08-11T11:11:34.716-05:00Just How Smart is a Chicken?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The young female</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Male</td></tr>
</tbody></table> The two strays showed up a few days ago starving and dehydrated. Neither me or Tonka could run them off and I'm still trying to find the owners (doubtful) or get them in a shelter (difficult).<br />
Anyway they are trying to kill my chickens so I chain them up during the day when the chickens are out and let them loose at night. Apparently one of the hens decided to roost in a tree last night instead of joining the rest of the flock in the coop.<br />
I go for my morning walk and come back to hear the hen by the coop, so do the strays.<br />
They go after her and so do I. I love a good sprint in the morning. (NOT) She heads towards the hay field and crosses the fence. I can't cross the fence very fast but the pups can. I thought for sure she was a goner.<br />
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Then she did the one thing that would save her....<br />
she runs straight to me.<br />
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I scoop her up and save her from the dogs and return her to the flock. <br />
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I always thought chickens were pretty stupid but now I am beginning to wonder.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-17566260594800133262011-08-02T12:43:00.001-05:002011-08-02T20:13:48.211-05:00Words to Live By<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXahCGddrOfz7QRYF8BmEbCk12-GlAbMGCY_upCZNLjmgtfY6bTZLp-KHPHxpIglCopso7eKKuSYFQtf8Afh5PQCFx9kIQpQ_zNjjEHBmr3nbyfVIDRzLEFq0ljGMglBEhPvTmu8ypKfbS/s1600/star+mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXahCGddrOfz7QRYF8BmEbCk12-GlAbMGCY_upCZNLjmgtfY6bTZLp-KHPHxpIglCopso7eKKuSYFQtf8Afh5PQCFx9kIQpQ_zNjjEHBmr3nbyfVIDRzLEFq0ljGMglBEhPvTmu8ypKfbS/s320/star+mountain.jpg" t$="true" width="313" /></a></div><div align="center">Star Mountain</div><div align="center"><em>sold</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're <br />
<br />
the statue! <br />
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<br />
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat <br />
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them. <br />
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3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the <br />
<br />
middle of it. <br />
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<br />
<br />
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their <br />
<br />
Maker.<br />
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5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague <br />
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6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was <br />
<br />
probably worth it. <br />
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<br />
<br />
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a <br />
<br />
warning to others. <br />
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<br />
<br />
8 * Never buy a car you can't push. <br />
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<br />
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9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you <br />
<br />
won't have a leg to stand on. <br />
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<br />
<br />
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. <br />
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<br />
<br />
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11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late. <br />
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12 * The second mouse gets the cheese. <br />
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13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane. <br />
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14 * Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live. <br />
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<br />
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15 * You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the <br />
<br />
world to one person. <br />
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<br />
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16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once. <br />
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<br />
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17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty <br />
<br />
and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, <br />
<br />
but they all have to live in the same box. <br />
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18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. <br />
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19 *Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate! <br />
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<br />
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20 * God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise <br />
every morning. Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-41184273446647097892011-07-06T10:41:00.000-05:002011-07-06T10:41:59.560-05:00Dancing Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynPyDOyOh0WqVn0et0kbqaiy7gQrltr9GJo9EwlS3r4Kx7fWLJmS3pmwSSoo8MNZtIC9zE_BA9EKSuoE-wEa8A7gA2BC7oSDD0wYF9yLqqs9JAbbpJrCHIh761XZ-oSIQ28gog4Kz1cim/s1600/dancing+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynPyDOyOh0WqVn0et0kbqaiy7gQrltr9GJo9EwlS3r4Kx7fWLJmS3pmwSSoo8MNZtIC9zE_BA9EKSuoE-wEa8A7gA2BC7oSDD0wYF9yLqqs9JAbbpJrCHIh761XZ-oSIQ28gog4Kz1cim/s320/dancing+dream.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The dentist came for the horses last week. <br />
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It was my job to hold a rope that was strung over the rafter and connected to the dental halter on the patient / horse. Missy had to have a tooth pulled. At the momet of truth she rears and backs. <br />
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Now I am of the "letting go" school but for some reason I didn't and was hoisted to the rafter like a rag doll. <br />
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I must have liked it because I did it twice. <br />
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And it was kinda fun. <br />
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I wasn't hurt, Missy said she was. <br />
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Anyway..... <br />
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I dream that night of dancing with a horse. A wieghtless, colorful , clear vision. <br />
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Dancing Dream is available <a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_8095590.html">here</a>.<br />
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<div align="center"></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-84911373335289479422011-05-02T16:47:00.000-05:002011-05-02T16:47:19.497-05:00Rain, Rain and Raven Dance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhong7KMyzxxLdQskWq7mpeCyxTKkt-L64iz1bBIMhadqO1DJHJFhdtZbG6D0HQIsCiy73hWLBz-vAjNFAOg3Ec3CS2V6VxWY30p-_4lU_KGQwCh54xqfDigUaR6H7m0lJS31QANvJ8fY/s1600/raven+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhong7KMyzxxLdQskWq7mpeCyxTKkt-L64iz1bBIMhadqO1DJHJFhdtZbG6D0HQIsCiy73hWLBz-vAjNFAOg3Ec3CS2V6VxWY30p-_4lU_KGQwCh54xqfDigUaR6H7m0lJS31QANvJ8fY/s320/raven+dance.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been a month since my last confession errr...I mean ride.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rain, rain, rain. Tornado warnings nearly everyday. Last night the cellar was full of water, well not full, just to the top of my boots. If y'all remember from the snow days I don't like anything to the top of my boots. I am getting taller boots. The other people were in sandals, so I was the lucky and driest one. They had to hold the yorkies or they would be swimming. Tonka was having a good time playing with the plastic jugs that were floating around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And when I decide to go ahead and stock our new indoor cement pond with catfish it goes and drains. But its raining still so maybe I should be ordering those fish....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just got the lovely Raven Dance prints. The colors are perfect and they available <a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_7733599.html">here</a>. </div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-46027636677896140332011-04-27T11:05:00.001-05:002011-04-27T11:07:01.044-05:00Feeding Horses in a Storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSalCuzS4fjDPD296U_VcbKJXi56NsdW4IQ0rgIY2wUkvEz50kym_CnpXXZk9tKHbDKD7z8kMoV_Mwp0RQgsDYfYywkJvt64C7cliW1F88-ziwZ3LAmFIrj3bWLxzwkS1yzQMTNkvbrZ1X/s1600/red+pyramid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSalCuzS4fjDPD296U_VcbKJXi56NsdW4IQ0rgIY2wUkvEz50kym_CnpXXZk9tKHbDKD7z8kMoV_Mwp0RQgsDYfYywkJvt64C7cliW1F88-ziwZ3LAmFIrj3bWLxzwkS1yzQMTNkvbrZ1X/s320/red+pyramid.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Red Pyramid</div><div align="center"><br />
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We decided to do a painting this time. The subject is her great grandmother. <br />
I love the photo and have been enjoying revisiting this grand lady.<br />
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It would be going faster if the weather wasn't so perfect. I am spending every morning I can riding Miami so I don't even start working until after lunch. Rain is moving in tonight so that should speed up the painting. :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-839469129680692492011-04-11T14:30:00.000-05:002011-04-11T14:30:50.026-05:00How Not to Bury a Possum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwjJCRHVGmTEAZtnuffReL1LGMCjJe_O4mbSiKco7Eb3AgJWL7cwmIC6f5rDAuvnzjTZ9DJuiYO3wzS909i3fLbR5DsRQPPhbS1YUlhr5nWbnKWi85C9g_f9hfQFHhhfM6pKX2d3cVI9M/s1600/bliss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwjJCRHVGmTEAZtnuffReL1LGMCjJe_O4mbSiKco7Eb3AgJWL7cwmIC6f5rDAuvnzjTZ9DJuiYO3wzS909i3fLbR5DsRQPPhbS1YUlhr5nWbnKWi85C9g_f9hfQFHhhfM6pKX2d3cVI9M/s320/bliss.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bliss</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Okay, so maybe not a yarn shop. But I'm focusing on the "leaving your lights on for a long time in the middle of arctic winter" part. By the time you return -- animated, energized, laden with packages -- your battery's dead.<br />
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Under the right -- or rather, wrong -- conditions, batteries drain quickly, and what can happen in your car can happen to you as well, if you permit people with the wrong way of looking at things to wield too much influence in your life.<br />
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I call them battery drainers -- friends, relatives, colleagues, enemies, acquaintances, strangers on the street -- in whom you confide your plans and aspirations about being an artist, and who in return deplete the life force from your soul, leaving you feeling listless, without hope, defeated, and scared.<br />
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They're not always obvious about this -- "Are you kidding? What a stupid idea!" -- and actually, most of the time they are, wittingly but generally unwittingly, more subtle, oftentimes expressing a sense of concern and caring that makes your knees hurt and you're not sure just why.<br />
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"There's such a recession going on now," one will sigh. "Many established artists are finding that they need to get second or third jobs -- I heard of one who was pumping gas."<br />
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Years ago, we sold our house in town and moved our family flock to a renovated barn in the middle of untamed land. Our plans were to build a modified timber frame home, which we would pay for as we went along, and pay off the land as well -- this, all on one modest income and one whacking quantity of sweat equity.<br />
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</div><div align="center">The spirit of the raven has been on my mind and in my heart. The power of the wind and healing as my friend's daughter is going through a serious and scary surgery.</div><div align="center">This is my prayer to the wind.</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-38378984213256974112011-03-16T17:05:00.000-05:002011-03-16T17:05:02.317-05:00Future Farmer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3BypH6Gj60oVwxcVo2b-TUworsUuuEsUwu1mn9dslcjx1dSqs6-4xOjebKwTTXqm0EsQllY_cw9UfkEREJupmnY9EubSsHJwG-FuAGZ-C2ckH9yi-Nnp6_mGKGqkJH-M6qDLyypuwhJy/s1600/new+farm+hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3BypH6Gj60oVwxcVo2b-TUworsUuuEsUwu1mn9dslcjx1dSqs6-4xOjebKwTTXqm0EsQllY_cw9UfkEREJupmnY9EubSsHJwG-FuAGZ-C2ckH9yi-Nnp6_mGKGqkJH-M6qDLyypuwhJy/s320/new+farm+hand.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's that time of the year on the mountain when I have a mountain to move. It is my huge compost pile. I am hauling it to the garden to prepare for planting. <br />
My great nephew Dylan helped me today while his mom was at work. He is a farm hand in training. Tonka was serious about guarding his small friend.<br />
We filled the dump wagon and hauled it downhill to the garden where the chickens were waiting to spread it for us. Dylan rode in the wagon back up the hill.<br />
Repeat until the whining started. About the time I stopped whining Dylan started. We put up our tools and went in for a nap.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-4636395611565906092011-03-09T12:34:00.000-06:002011-03-09T12:34:14.144-06:00Photo Caption Contest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginQe8dQCQnbwUrV8LMKGcRN4CJAxwd6CNmEjo7f6dpE6qED5IQMIH1KG4xPtKHht-eZC0MqxeisUDsFbJieGlfbj_b03P8MU74kzFs8vYReHno9c5XkCampR_zqF84Hva37RdxByutNRw/s1600/hailey+flash+and+dolly+reduced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginQe8dQCQnbwUrV8LMKGcRN4CJAxwd6CNmEjo7f6dpE6qED5IQMIH1KG4xPtKHht-eZC0MqxeisUDsFbJieGlfbj_b03P8MU74kzFs8vYReHno9c5XkCampR_zqF84Hva37RdxByutNRw/s320/hailey+flash+and+dolly+reduced.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">This darling photo of my grand daughter Hailey and the love (so far) of her life, her mustang Flash.</div><div align="center">Can you think of a caption for this scene?</div><div align="center">Winner gets a $15 gift certificate to use on anything from <a href="http://dianalancaster.com/">DianaLancaster.com</a></div><div align="center">You can play over here a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lancaster-Art/173597053608?v=wall">Lancaster Art</a> on facebook.</div><div align="center">The winner is the one with the most votes.</div><div align="center">(you can ask your friends to vote for your caption.)</div><div align="center">Contest ends at midnight CST Sat. 3/12</div><div align="center">Good Luck!!!</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-47836119910827860802011-03-02T11:02:00.001-06:002011-03-02T11:03:19.490-06:00Blue Star<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdChflWzpSg7GnwGPPrIElRLeaXr2Ada-XAHPOXfEQ6k4qWWC5DXWMtydvCERz7Bk6FRO6n0ydvkWxgFYfvGZaaVuIc7uqKtabKD-tEopBgoc_yohmP3wppHOQoxLKXRfYQzTxJ7rqwPt/s1600/blue+star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdChflWzpSg7GnwGPPrIElRLeaXr2Ada-XAHPOXfEQ6k4qWWC5DXWMtydvCERz7Bk6FRO6n0ydvkWxgFYfvGZaaVuIc7uqKtabKD-tEopBgoc_yohmP3wppHOQoxLKXRfYQzTxJ7rqwPt/s320/blue+star.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Blue Star</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have not been blogging much lately. Abcessed tooth has me doing little except painting and the farm chores I must do. Getting farther behind by the day.</div><div align="center">Starting to feel better but back to the dentist today, so thinking I will not be great later????</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Anyway this little painting in a beauty and an 11x14. It is available <a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_7467046.html">here</a>.</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-6496875499547281622011-02-22T12:06:00.000-06:002011-02-22T12:06:25.819-06:00Sweet Sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0wBmQYZlVs4J69VFSjpNKYZ1AfRm2410-geNtuKKmh79j-MaCwwWG0Gu7GoPUCwCmCRz1tGhIPM-2st3PQ_7QRZ3ZXIo46lDyMrXMuBBxjdTpjjE75G7svIaiW-hb0KrVD1DXEWjKt-i/s1600/sweet+sleep+unframed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0wBmQYZlVs4J69VFSjpNKYZ1AfRm2410-geNtuKKmh79j-MaCwwWG0Gu7GoPUCwCmCRz1tGhIPM-2st3PQ_7QRZ3ZXIo46lDyMrXMuBBxjdTpjjE75G7svIaiW-hb0KrVD1DXEWjKt-i/s320/sweet+sleep+unframed.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Sweet Sleep</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">I arise from dreams of thee</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">In the first sweet sleep of night,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the winds are breathing low,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the stars are shining bright</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I arise from dreams of thee,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And a spirit in my feet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shelley</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the painting I did the study Good Night Moon for. Sweet Sleep is an 11x11 acrylic on primed watercolor paper. The photo of it framed is not as good of the painting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfeJrPBd-o0ur08MqCWVtuaF6jO-Qrvn8Y_jr1ngI0UUrjU8WjCd8oRV0IX36bOPxTSzgMEEWzILpYFMm5IbKDSq9z_C2PPmQGF7J-XWT0_iop7AChCnVbpdgjTLWSWmA7ha2yuKvRTS9/s1600/sweet+sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfeJrPBd-o0ur08MqCWVtuaF6jO-Qrvn8Y_jr1ngI0UUrjU8WjCd8oRV0IX36bOPxTSzgMEEWzILpYFMm5IbKDSq9z_C2PPmQGF7J-XWT0_iop7AChCnVbpdgjTLWSWmA7ha2yuKvRTS9/s320/sweet+sleep.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">But it looks so beautiful in this frame. This painting is available either framed or unframed <a href="http://www.dianalancaster.com/photo_7442317.html">here</a>.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-40322740488891732182011-02-15T10:57:00.001-06:002011-02-15T16:30:42.261-06:00Naming Paintings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm8Wl1F00GqIDznpkskmYmY4hKE8CxuIDkPpwugFGL661cktpqLlICzahE4GkuSl6CDpN30Er2aBvnc_sp1yh8FMHgNCWaOYgaEWtsGV_ufAQR9RiHwnOntlzIBQgwl0x-2-EC41TnbdA/s1600/wild+and+free+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm8Wl1F00GqIDznpkskmYmY4hKE8CxuIDkPpwugFGL661cktpqLlICzahE4GkuSl6CDpN30Er2aBvnc_sp1yh8FMHgNCWaOYgaEWtsGV_ufAQR9RiHwnOntlzIBQgwl0x-2-EC41TnbdA/s320/wild+and+free+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wild and Free</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>sold</em></div>I named these two paintings Wild and Free after the Thoreau quote "All good things are wild and free." I was thinking of the mustangs.<br />
When I posted them on my website they were posted as a pair, but I also said I would split them up if someone only wanted one.<br />
I was working on the website and happen to notice a message I got that did not come through on my email. Barb had wanted to purchase Free with subject line Wild and Free. I pop on over to my email and there it is two days old and in my junk file. I find it rather strange cause I get all the other messages. I email her with the subject line the same.<br />
I ponder over this curiosity for a bit and have an epiphany. (It's one of those things I have a lot but can't spell.) It was the word free in the subject line that got it throwed out. So I send her another email without the offending word.<br />
So she bought Free and Wild is going to another home.<br />
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Naming paintings is usually pretty easy. They tell me sometimes from the idea (vision) and often from the first sketch what they want to be called. I do have paintings that won't give up their secrets but that is pretty rare. I keep feeding my soul, hanging out with the horses and listening. That is my method.<br />
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I wonder what Thoreau would think about this.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-73546847017701272402011-02-11T12:28:00.001-06:002011-02-11T14:23:07.925-06:00Chickens and Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOSbrz2WFgpp7EU6IY7f9sDYUoEnBBIZncNRoRxVnWOld2q2xRWJeHKpsWFCpRt82aAo7dC8Zxsoi6czihDjf5CCQrtRmNK-6MVeC5awswLzNAK2KaWgBUXI4-kZbGq_l0mNrefcYhjCm/s1600/good+night+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOSbrz2WFgpp7EU6IY7f9sDYUoEnBBIZncNRoRxVnWOld2q2xRWJeHKpsWFCpRt82aAo7dC8Zxsoi6czihDjf5CCQrtRmNK-6MVeC5awswLzNAK2KaWgBUXI4-kZbGq_l0mNrefcYhjCm/s320/good+night+moon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Good Night Moon</div><div align="center"><em>sold</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My chickens have been unhappy with the 8" of snow we got. They finally ventured out after two days and went to the barn. </div><div align="center">When I fed the chickens only half were there. At sunset I head back down and half a dozen chickens were still at the barn not wanting to cross the snow to get back to the chicken house.</div><div align="center">I did not want to catch them all and wade through the snow so I called them and figured they would be OK at the barn if they didn't make it to the chicken house.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I get halfway back and my little tame hen Lucy runs up to me and wants me to carry her to the hen house. I do.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I need to get a life.</div><div align="center">:)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349190718016934979.post-21189302826559864882011-02-10T11:39:00.000-06:002011-02-10T11:39:03.750-06:00Inner Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNQOEgs44NmPjRAlV0rW287JYKSiq-8zYKTuuQoDUM6IncWWyiVFYg7IHjxIThoNzxvueGQC0_MaiA9khrgOgAgANIuizpUpzCggP3ol_MpvXX7MOQO3BGNiOXeTY_jsk_6ya6zqPUS17/s1600/snow+horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNQOEgs44NmPjRAlV0rW287JYKSiq-8zYKTuuQoDUM6IncWWyiVFYg7IHjxIThoNzxvueGQC0_MaiA9khrgOgAgANIuizpUpzCggP3ol_MpvXX7MOQO3BGNiOXeTY_jsk_6ya6zqPUS17/s320/snow+horse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Snow Horses <em>sold</em></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">We got so much snow yesterday it was over the top of my boots. Have decided to either get taller boots or snow shoes<em> </em>for next year<em>.</em></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Here's a little somethng I saw today that I thought was so cute and true.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong>What Is Inner Peace?</strong></div><br />
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If you can start the day without caffeine,<br />
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If you can always be cheerful and ignore aches and pains,<br />
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If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,<br />
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If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,<br />
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If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you anytime,<br />
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If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,<br />
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If you can conquer tension without medical help,<br />
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If you can relax without liquor,<br />
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If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,<br />
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...Then You Are Probably The Family Dog! <br />
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<div align="center" style="text-align: center;"></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138403970992738398noreply@blogger.com0