Eye of the (equine) beholder
This is Admiral. He is gorgeous. He’s a chestnut Australian Stock Horse stallion. He’s handsome and gentle and can turn on a pin. He also has lovely dark eyes. And you know me – I can’t simply hold a horse…
Fires, garbage and other rubbish …
Fires have been on our minds around here. But not like in the Northern hemisphere, where seasonal pasture burning is underway. It’s not officially burning season here – that usually takes place as we come out of winter and before…
Request: Aussie Stock Saddles
It’s request time here at Granite Glen… just so you know, I do take questions and requests. Of course it has to be a reasonable request, and you need to keep it clean people! Today’s is from Remudamom – somewhere…
The Croc Hunter and Me…
Now I must admit that this headline is designed to capture your attention. I wasn’t actually a close personal friend of Steve Irwin. And I know that using “me” is bad grammar. And I have inferred that we are good…
The wheel of fun (AKA time to buy my son new shorts!)
Isn’t it amazing how the simplest things can catch your imagination?Especially when you are a kid… … While SSB was busy chainsawing a log off a fence at the hayshed the other day, our offspring decided to amuse themselves in…
Steamin’ in the mornin’
This is Trooper. He is a gorgeous, tall, handsome devil. (He’s the one on the right.) He is very clever – an ambidextrous horse (I’ll explain that one later). He is a red-head (chestnut in the horse world) and built…
Wedding weekend: all in the details
I went to a wedding this week. It was wonderful… filled with love and laughter and tears of joy and relief. Mostly my tears, I might add. And my relief. As the speeches began marking the end of my designated…
On the road again…
Hello… and goodbye. … No, I’m not going for good. Just for a couple of days. Me and my crew, hitting the highway north. Recently I drove to our nearest city, some five hours away from Granite Glen. To the…
Another career, another life…
In a previous life, about a million light years ago, I was a journalist. A photojournalist. It’s something you should know, as I will probably name-drop a little in this blog. It’s one of the benefits (or drawbacks, depending on…
Ploughing to the horizon
We have gorgeous sunsets out here. They don’t last long – the sun literally plunges from the sky. But for a few moments, minutes if you are lucky, Mother Nature lets it rip. I should have been cooking dinner for…