Heirloom Meals: Savoring Yesterday's Traditions Today

Sunday April 29, 2012

Life at Boulderwood:
War Horse, No Way - I want Peace Horse!

I finally watched War Horse last night, well kinda.  I have to say, while the cinematography was amazing, i found it difficult to watch the slaughter of young men and fine horses.  War is truly a detestable thing. The futility. The loss.  I so wanted to stay until the end, well-knowing there was a "happy" ending.  But was it? Self interest, war, killing, death.  Are those happy themes?  The bond between animal and man was clearly shown but reduced to a mere indulgence when war became the goal. The softer, loving side side of humans was bulldozed by the aggressive, hateful side.

I don't know why this hit me so hard.  Maybe that was Speilberg's objective.  I am personally avoiding the newspaper and netwrok news these days as I am sick of sensationalized bad news!  If we all focused on the good, the beauty and the miraculous, we would all be at peace with oursleves and therefore with everyone else.

So as I watch my three horses enjoying themselves in the pasture, eating grass, drinking spring water, and being horses, wild and free, I feel happy. We don't put them in stalls, we allow them to be in nature as they would be naturally. They know us and come running  when we go down to their pasture, they want affection and of course, treats! They are not afraid. They are my Peace Horses. And I am grateful.

Sunday April 01, 2012

Life at Boulderwood:
Burt Enjoying the Festivities

Well...not really.  We turned our house into a TV studio with lights, cameras and PEOPLE everywhere.  

Here he is while we were setting up - he jumped right through the Orvis frame to get to his coveted window seat:

So Burt went to stay with his grandparents and Uncle Echo.

Upon his return during the food styling photography, he found his window seat and re-established his place.

Sunday February 26, 2012

Life at Boulderwood:
A Walk in the Woods

Today was truly the harbinger of spring. The air was slightly crisp but the sun strong. And there were teeny, tiny buds on most of the trees. Jim, Burt and I had a lovely afternoon walk in the woods. There's nothing better than nature at this time - the turnover period - when winter begins to yield to spring.

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