Quickly, this blog no longer lives in Alna, Maine, though my house, and my barn, and most of my stuff are still there.
My horses and I moved back to my natal neighborhood of Ojai, California in 2016, and now I've re-booted the blog because all of us who live in the State have been told to go to our rooms for the good of all. Suddenly, I have plenty of alone time to ponder this old thing.
Ojai Pixies are a thing. So is this motherfucking pandemic. Order the Pixies to be delivered while you're inside waiting for COVID-19 to walk on by.
Down to one horse who lives in the barn here at Ojai Valley School, now closed due to the MFP, I'm happily hunkered in a dorm room living on peanut butter, crackers, kale from the abandoned Garden Club plot, and tamales from Santa Paula's Garden Market – sorry about the FB link. Order those, too, if you possibly can.
Here's the view from my commute:
More later. xoxo
L
My horses and I moved back to my natal neighborhood of Ojai, California in 2016, and now I've re-booted the blog because all of us who live in the State have been told to go to our rooms for the good of all. Suddenly, I have plenty of alone time to ponder this old thing.
Ojai Pixies are a thing. So is this motherfucking pandemic. Order the Pixies to be delivered while you're inside waiting for COVID-19 to walk on by.
Down to one horse who lives in the barn here at Ojai Valley School, now closed due to the MFP, I'm happily hunkered in a dorm room living on peanut butter, crackers, kale from the abandoned Garden Club plot, and tamales from Santa Paula's Garden Market – sorry about the FB link. Order those, too, if you possibly can.
Here's the view from my commute:
L
