Monthly Archives: June 2019

Something Has Been Missing

Perhaps you’ve noticed…. I haven’t had any recent posts about the Corolla Wild Horses.

So today, I’m remedying that situation.  These are pictures from one of our recent visits.

The beach was packed with folks enjoying perfect weather.  And the horses were enjoying the beach, too. I took quite a few pictures of one of the five babies born (so far) this year to the Corolla herd.

Mom and baby were running from the dune to the water’s edge when I took this:

The little one was so interested in the surf.

I think he may have even taken a drink.

Then he suddenly started running – this picture gives you an idea of what it’s like on the beach: people, beach chairs, umbrellas, vehicles, dogs, children….and wild horses right in the mix.  You really have to be on constant alert when you’re driving on the beach.

Ah, the family enjoying some time by the water.

Looking over my photo gallery, I can assure you that I’ll be writing more posts about the wild horses soon. There are some fun pictures just waiting to be shared.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

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If These Walls Could Talk

Saturday, I attended the Descendants’ Day event at Bacon’s Castle. During the “welcome”, it was mentioned that lunch would be served in the Caretakers Cottage.

I hadn’t purchased the ticket option that included lunch, but I immediately set about asking the site coordinator if I could have a look inside the cottage.  I had good reason to want to see inside, but more about that later in the post.

The original part of Bacon’s Caste, built in 1665, is the part to the left in this picture (where the roof appears to be ‘silver’).

In the 1700’s, an addition was built onto the right of the original structure. That addition was removed in the 1800’s, and the current one put in its place. In the center is the “hyphen”,  joining the two sections.

The 1700’s addition was moved a short distance from the house, and was used by my Mom’s family when she and her family lived there in the 1920’s and 1930’s. Their kitchen was in that building, as was my grandparent’s bedroom.

This photo is from the Historic American Building Survey project from the 1930’s and shows the rear of the cottage.  It appears that someone is standing on the porch, but I have no way of knowing who that might be.

Among our vintage family photos is this sweet one with the cottage in the background. These are my first cousins, Janet, Bobbie and Joanne, all of whom have passed on now.  My family moved from Bacon’s Castle many years before I was born.

In later years, the cottage was moved to its current location further away from the main house.

Many changes have been made both to the interior and exterior since my family lived there. But, since I’d never before been inside, it was important to me that I take the opportunity to do so.

I just imagined my ancestors using those steep, narrow steps.

And looking out at a view similar to this one.

I love to think of the stories about my family these walls could tell.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

When You Can’t Go Back To Sleep

Saturday night, Motor Man and I went to our local race track. (Yes, my two days’ post-op husband. And he made out just fine.) It was just after 11 pm when we got home. But race nights usually include several phone calls to and from our engine customers and/or other engine builders once we get home, so it was nearly midnight when all was said and done.

Then I had a difficult time falling asleep, so add another 30 minutes or so to that. At 4:30 yesterday morning, I was awake and unable to go back to sleep. So, finally around 5:45, I just got up and began my day.

As I opened the living room curtains, I realized waking up (and getting up) early isn’t so bad.

I was actually glad I hadn’t gone back to sleep.

After being greeted by a scene like this,

I certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Sometimes sleep is a little over-rated anyway.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Random Five Friday

It’s been a while since I’ve shared random thoughts, so today seems a good day for that:

1.) Last Sunday, we celebrated Marshall’s birthday as we usually do: at The Olde Chickahominy House restaurant in Williamsburg.  If you’re ever in the area, the food is great, and the staff is so friendly.

2.)  An x-rated performance by one of our resident bird seed thieves squirrels. What a view from our kitchen window….

3.) One of this year’s babies, checking out the buffet. The love-hate relationship continues. I love how beautiful they are (just look at that sweet face), but hate that they destroy some of my plants. (The purple bloom in the foreground is a butterfly bush, which they ignore.)

4.) Speaking of deer, I’ve put netting over my gladioli to protect them. It’s worked up to a point, but, recently, when I checked, I saw they had pulled the netting off one of the plants and eaten the buds.  I have managed to salvage a few blooms. Glads are among my favorite plants, and apparently, the deer feel the same way.

5.) And last, but not least, Motor Man had surgery yesterday for a hernia that’s been causing him pain for the past three months.  It was outpatient, and he’s doing very well. We’re thankful that’s behind him, and he can begin the recovery. Oh, and I found a little something for him in the hospital gift shop. He named him “Herbie”.

Enjoy the weekend!

~These Days Of Mine~

A Wish Come True, Part 2

As I posted about on Monday, my niece, Barb, and I took a trip last week to meet in person some Gypsy horses.  Barb was invited by her Facebook friend, Darcy, to visit her farm and see her horses Hemi, Honey, Drago, Valhalla and sweet baby girl, Chevelle.

Not long after we arrived at Darcy’s (and while we were loving on her horses), she made a phone call. Then told us that a friend of hers, Rosie, who lives just a few minutes away, also has Gypsy horses. AND, had a filly born just six days prior.  Darcy had called to ask if it were okay for us to visit. And Rosie said yes!

Meet sweet baby “Trea”, whose given name is “Blackbeard’s Hidden Treasure”. That’s mom Winnie in the background.

Darcy and Rosie explained that I should get down on Trea’s level, so she could check me out.

Sweet!

Both Darcy and Rosie tried to teach me how to hold Trea to give her a hug. It took a few attempts, but it was fun learning.

This is Rosie, loving on that adorable baby.

And just look at “Auntie Darcy” getting sweet baby kisses.

Trea was very interested in nibbling on the back of my neck, my hair and my shirt sleeve.

Darcy and Rosie, along with their beautiful horses, certainly gave Barb and me a day to remember. We are so grateful for their kindness.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

A Wish Come True, Part 1

WARNING: this post has LOTS of pics….

My niece, Barb, is an all-around animal lover, but she’s partial to cats and horses, as am I.  Gypsies are her favorite breed of horses, and because of that, she’s become Facebook friends with several folks who have that breed.  Recently she posted a question on her page, asking if any of those friends in her area would be willing to have her visit. For such a long time, she has longed to see a Gypsy horse in person.

Her friend, Darcy, was quick to respond and extend the invitation. Darcy lives about an hour and a half from Barb. And Darcy has a 3-month old Gypsy filly that Barb really wanted to meet while she was still small.

I offered to take Barb, partly because I, too, love horses (as you all know), and also because I thought Barb might like to have company on the trip. We planned our visit for last Wednesday.  The weather was perfect: temps in the 70’s with the gentlest breeze.

Darcy could not have been more welcoming and offered to take pictures of us with her horses.

Barb and I promptly fell in love with the little filly, whose name is  Chevelle.

How precious is this baby? That fluffiness at the bottom of her legs is called “feather”.

Chevelle’s “mom” is Honey, also a Gypsy.

And her “dad” is Hemi. (Can you tell that Darcy is a muscle car fan? And, interestingly enough, my second car was a 1969 Chevelle, and, currently, I drive a Dodge Charger with a Hemi engine.)

Darcy has taught Hemi some fun tricks. She was happy to show some of them to us.

Darcy also travels to show her horses.

Hemi will also “bow” in exchange for treats. This was one of my attempts.  If you can enlarge the pic, you’ll see that Hemi’s head is between his front legs and his mouth is open, waiting for me to drop in the treat. Fun. The pooch is “Hookah”, and he is never far from Darcy’s side.

Darcy also has another beautiful Gypsy stallion named Drogo.

 

I just had to get a short video of him running. (Near the end, you can hear Darcy say “shoot”, because she hadn’t intended to leave that gate open to the pasture.)

 

Valhalla, who is part quarter horse/part Belgian is also one of Darcy’s horses. He has such a sweet temperament. I loved seeing Barb’s face light up so many times during our visit.

We both had a wonderful time visiting Darcy’s farm and can’t thank her enough for her kindness.

Darcy’s farm logo

She also had a surprise in store for us, and I’ll share that with you Wednesday in A Wish Come True, Part 2.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guest Speaker, Miss Sibyl

Hi, efurryone! This is Sibyl (a.k.a. Sibby/Sibs). I am Marshall’s kitty, and you may have read about me here in the past.  His Mom, the real author of this blog, has written about me several times.

But, today….today, yours truly has commandeered the blog, and for a very special reason.  I have an announcement:  Sunday is…..Marshall’s birthday!

So I am writing to not only wish him a great birthday, but also to thank him for taking such good care of me.

He lets me sleep on his bed…and shares his a.c. with me.  Aaahhh….

He trusts me to be near his 3-D shadowbox designs.  (Well, as long as he’s there to keep an eye on me.)

And when I hide my face just because I need a little privacy, he…..takes my picture.

So, Happy Birthday, Marshall!

Oh, and “ditto” from Motor Mommy and Motor Man.

We’re all looking forward to celebrating with you.

~These Days Of Mine~