[Corin Stormhands]

I’m sure we’ve had this conversation before. But the way my Mother and Nana raised Not Valerie and me, when you go to a potluck (referred to here as “covered dish”) you take a meal for your family.

That meant entre, sides, desert and drink. It’s just how it was ~done~.

[HairOfTheDog]

That’s not what pot luck means around here! Around here, the whole point of a pot luck is you each bring one thing, enough for everyone, and then everyone gets quite a variety.

[HairOfTheDog]

This post is called Just One Good Horse.

Well, so much for the temporary fence around the apple tree in the back forty...

Pony, if you notice, can't reach any of the apples (any more) so she waits to grab the ones Cyn shakes down.

Now BAY, MY horse, would never cross that tape, even laying on the ground. He's a GOOD BOY! :~)

The mares, on the other hand, have spoiled their opportunity to be in the back forty at all now until we can get all the apples off of that tree. :~\

Ecurbh wants to just cut it down tomorrow. It's nothing but an attractive nuisance out there, right in the hot part of summer when it would be nice to offer them the back forty for it's shade.