Giddy-up-Budweiser anyone?

Last weekend was very different.....I looked outside and there were 3 draft horses in my front yard. I am talking HUGE horses-draft horses. Like in most cases when something unusual happens at home my husband was not here. I promptly called him on the phone, explained the situation and asked what I should do. He answered right away that I should go up to them and grab the mane of one of them and gently lead them out of the front yard. " OK, maybe he didn't say gently." I asked him if he was aware who he was talking to.......I don't do BIG horses. That's why I was thinking miniature horses--would be my livestock of choice. I know we are given all situations to teach up some kind of lesson, but all I could think this situation was good for was for me to write about it in my blog.

I asked for some advice from some folks that were doing work here and they called over a friend. The friend said that the horses were Amish work horses and for me not to touch them --and to call the county sheriff. I called the sheriff and they told me they were kind of busy and were not sure when they could get by. I finally had to leave for awhile and when I returned the

horses were gone.

The next morning when I got up, there they were again, so I called the sheriff's department again. A nice officer called me me back and I told him about the horses and he then told me that he was from the city and knew nothing about horses but he would come over anyway.

So... I headed down the road and asked of couple of people and finally came across 50+ Amish men all dressed up standing in a front yard. I yelled out to them and asked if any of them had lost a horse or 3. They said no---I didn't realize I had interrupted a church service, but I feel for sure that the Lord didn't want me to keep these horses either.

Finally 4 Amish guys came over in a buggy and led the horses into the woods and about 4 hours later came back to get their horse and buggy.

The saga was over--or so I thought. The horses had left several LARGE deposits in my yard and my dog thought it must be a new shampoo treatment---because for 3 days in a row I had to give the dog a bath from rolling in the fragrant glops of poo....

Oh....how I love life in the Ozarks.....

IT'S A .....WATERMELON!!!!

I have never grown a thing in my life(except for two wonderful kids). The only plant that I have had that lasted over a few days was a lonely sunflower. I did have a cactus once that I was trying to keep healthy. Someone suggested Geritol. This was not a good idea--It turned snow white by the next day.....way too much iron.

Well, just take a look at my watermelon. I know it is a work in progress. But--progress it the key word here--it IS growing. I know it is only about 2-3 inches in diameter---but so was I once--and man did I blossom.

So..................we will see.