At Lake Tahoe in January 2010, from left Sweet Lady Madison (9/2000 – 2/2010) and a few of her off spring, Yolo age 7 and Maisie age 3.
Unfortunately even at Christmas time the cone comes out.Sasha is the lucky one. Sasha has learned to adjust to the cone. Some how on a deep level she knows she needs it. When it accidentally comes off (because we don’t keep it too tight) she sits quietly to have it put back on. Continue reading
Lassen and Yolo. 9 year old brothers. Gold is beautiful. But for some reason Goldens look good in black and white too…..especially in the snow.
ME! I let the goats into our house garden in the winter but I have to shepherd them or disaster will strike. If you know goats you know what I mean.You would not believe how fast they can mow down a single little rose bush. This Iceberg rose will was gone in a minute or less.Right now Cinder has this bush to herself. Everyone moved off to somewhere else. Lucky her. Cinnamon passes on the YUCKY ice-covered Spanish lavender. For some reason Lavender is not on any of the goats bucket list.Jackpot. The herd hit the BIG rose patch. Did you know it is beneficial to strip the roses stocks of leaves a few weeks before you prune them? This is one of the reasons I let the goats in. For me stripping the leaves it a slow task which inevitably draws blood. The goats beg to differ. I just pour a glass of wine or a cup of coffee and watch them do the work for me.Sweet Pea works on my new climbing Iceberg. This is when disaster can strike. Have to supervise so no broken pots. Especially this pot.Cinder nibbles on frost bit Coleus. Delicious! Can’t let anything go to waste. Stay right there and keep chomping down Cinder…..you are helping me with my winter cleanup. Rosie gets to come in because she belongs with the goats. Except Rosie will have nothing to do with roses. She likes the deer grass though. It needs to be clipped for the winter so she is helping me too Adios Amigo’s
6:30 AM December 7th. Sundogs’s never-ending Indian summer has ended. Oops forgot to put away the cushions and sarapes. Do I dare open the sliding door?