Summer on the Farm

I sent out a distress signal and Robert came home for four days to help me get the farm back on line. In that span of time we managed to get the wheel line up and running (which required the rest of the assembly as well as refurbishing an engine), get the set handlines reassembled and watering rotated, weed the entire garden, re-seed the former garlic rows with carrots and beets, rotate the horses in various grazing spaces, wire a few almond trees (the horses like to eat them)….and so on and so forth. I also finished two studio projects, kept up with my packaging and shipping on a daily basis, caught up on all my emails, took two conference calls and met a writing deadline. We did take one evening to ride our horses together but were otherwise ready to fall into bed at 9pm every night. Exhausted.

Because summer isn’t already unfathomably full for me (note sarcasm), I also took on a big commitment this week as editor in chief of the fourth volume of Modern Huntsman which will be an all-women’s issue. I’m excited and scared about the position and am a little worried about how I’m going to fit being an editor into my life over the next 3 months with everything else I have going on but I couldn’t say no to the opportunity! It’s going to be a great learning experience for me and I hope it will help fuel my own writing career which is such a tender little hatchling at this point. Wish me luck!

Lastly, isn’t that just such a gorgeous image of Robbie and Ernest. Ernest is currently weighing in around 35-40 pounds. I can’t believe how fast he is growing. Starting this little guardian dog continues to be such a joy for me this summer and such a marvelous excuse to slow down when life feels out of control.

I’m about to head home to Canada to be with my family for a week. I hate to leave this place when it’s in full bloom and the garden is feeding me so beautifully and my horses and the sunsets…the sunsets…but it’s going to be good to hug my sisters, tease my nephews and hang out with my mum and dad for a stint. I’ll miss you, Sundries Farm, but I’ll be back soon enough.