A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The fence is there so you DONT go through it... DUH

So I got a frantic call about 5:30, just as i was getting of work, and i hear "Liz, you need to get to the barn ASAP, your horse went through two paddocks and took the fence with him..."
So i get there and sure enough, there he is two paddocks down, with the fence ripped off its tee posts, hot wire all over the ground, clicking and shorting out, and he is standing there like an idiot, nickering at me to save him from the evil wire that has so rudely captured him into a little square.  So... i unplug the fence, get a halter, put him in his stall with a snack, grab the tools and get to work. 
I restrung all the wire, pushed up the bent posts, screwed some new attatchments on the wood posts, , replaced some connectors, and had everything back in place and hot before the sun went down at 6:45.  Yeah, Im that awsome.  Hopefully he doesn't try that again...