The Merry Chase

Ok......

So, this blog actually belongs in my 

MORGAN CEMETERY FOLKLORE ART

blog

but, because I have the Harvest Folklore Festival info up as the top post I didn't want to

put this there and overshadow the event info.

I couldn't wait to post it so here it is.

I'll pop it over to the Morgan Cemetery blog as soon as the event is over.

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Today, on my way around town banging in festival signs and trying not to get hit by passing cars

(those lawn signs are no picnic to stick into the inevitable rock by the side of the road!)

I stopped by the cemetery that is to be a part of my folklore storytelling event next week.

If you follow my Morgan blog you know that I am quite taken with this small, old cemetery.

I love visiting and walking in the peace.
I have my favorite residents and like to visit in silence and remind them they are not forgotten.

In all the times I've been there has never been anyone there.

Until today!

Look very carefully.  What do you see?

Yep!  Two of the cutest stripedy kittens ever!

At first I thought they might be feral but realized they weren't when they came to the 

Universal Kitty Call  (kiss-kiss-kiss)

and were healthy, well fed and friendly.

I imagine they belong to an adjoining home.

They clearly had something to tell me.

They started running ahead.....looking back and meowing......repeat.

And so, I followed.

All through the cemetery we went!

Through light places.......

And dark.......

Clearly we were on a quest and they were waiting for me to follow.

One kept tapping me on the leg.

And then we reached our destination......

You can't imagine how I felt........

The simple stone with a single name, NETTIE, was where they stopped.

Nettie is my mother's name.

Now, quite recently, my dear, old cat, Pooter, went gently into that good night.

My Mum, Nettie, is currently 101 years old.

(And fine, according to my daughter who had just visited her and who I called the first

thing after getting into the house.)

And the cats *did* stop at a number of stones.

But still, one can't help but wonder.

The Universe speaks..........

How hard should we listen.....?

*note*

I struggled with whether to remove the kittens from the cemetery.

In the end I couldn't see it as the right thing to do.

I hope I made the right choice.

Fireblossom Friday

image:  pumpkin carving pattern

Should you e'er become lost 

and wonder

you need only to dance 

with a goat in the moonlight

to know

that

Magic is real.

~MF 2012

submitted for

FIREBLOSSOM FRIDAY

at

Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

REAL TOADS

challenge:  Magic

SUNDAY BORROWING

Sunday mornings are my favorite time for Borrowing.

I'm usually able to get to the barn early and have some quiet time with everyone before chores.

I love to walk the pasture and be greeted by all my friends.

It's a warm feeling when they hear the car door slam and come a runnin' and a talkin'!

I'd say there's not much more I could ask for, but to be able to walk out of my back door to all this would be the ultimate.  Still, I'm grateful to be allowed to be a Borrower.

My newest Borrow.

Penelope Sweet Pea.

Alas, Penelope lost her Maa suddenly about three days ago and is as adrift as a sail ship on a windless day.

I'm worried about her, but have spent a good amount of time loving her up and tending to her needs.

She needed to be reminded that it's ok to eat.  We've been doing well with yogurt and banana mash in addition to her grain and hay and she is learning to take a bottle at present to get some liquids into her.

It breaks my heart to see her pine away for her Maa.

I promise to take good care of her.

 Such a wee sweet thing Miss Penelope is.

I suspect, if all goes well, she'll be my new event gotaie!

I'm looking forward to it!

What a sweet pea!  

Look at those wee nubbies!   

Ahhh....the love of my life, Miss Darla Rose Caprine! I could not love a goat more!

For those of you who follow Goat Borrower, you know that Darla is the Goat of Goats!

Raised in my townhouse, rides in the car, wears fine, handmade garb and attends events!

She's as loyal as my own Yellow Dog and I don't suppose I'll ever again raise a goat quite the way

 I raised her.  (tractor grease and licorice, aside.......)  ;)

Elvis!  Old Elvis!  Knows more than all of us put together!

Keeper of the Farm!  Makes the Rules!  

Protector of everyone!

Has been known to hang on to a halter or rope until we can catch an escaping critter!

 Miss Elizabeth Rose Bovinia in Lizzie's Orchard!

Lizzie-Belle, my Love Cow!

Comes a'runnin' to me like a big old Labrador when I call her!

Lizzie-Belle 

Miss Darla, who follows me everywhere!

Elvis always looks like he's up to something.  And he usually is.

Donkey love!

 Miss Penelope Sweet Pea, peekin'!

 I love my Darla goat!

Goatie lovin' on a Sunday morn!

Sweetest lips, ever!

Darla loves her Maamaa!

Barnyard gossip over the fence.

(that's Wooly Bully)

Darla

Two Girls, a Boy and a beautiful Sunday morning sky!

 Miss Dolly

My Magical Goats, Kevin and Dave

The Great Goat God Pan....or as we like to call him...Kevin!

There's a human spirit inside this goat....I just know it!

Be sure to stop and smell the goldenrod today.........

Or maybe just chill out......

Love that I get to be a Goat Borrower........

Can't tell you how grateful I am to Farmer for allowing me this magical opportunity.

Have a wonderful Sunday!  Thanks for joining me!

TALES FROM THE BUCK BARN

TALES FROM THE BUCK BARN

~A story of love...lust...and watermelon.......

as told to Foxmorton~

We're Kevin and Dave.  We share everything!

*nom-nom-nom-Iloveyou,Maa! nom-nom-nom*

Oh.....sweet nectar from the Goat god, Pan..........

They want me to do...WHAT?

Yeah?  Well, maybe YOU'RE on the wrong side of the fence!  

Stupid cow!

Pssst.   I heard that Darla was a virgin........

Ohhhhhhhh........baaaaaaaa........beeeeeeeee..................

I want youuuuuuuuuuuu......sooooooooooooooo..............

Fine.  Be that way.

Look, but don't touch, fellas.......     *bahahahahahahahahah*

Oh, Kevin.......whisper sweet goat-things in my ear...........

Bucks, eh?  Can't live with 'em...can't let 'em out 'cause they stink up the place........

Go figure.

Don't worry, Kevin.  We've still got each other.  

*nom-nom Ireallydoloveyou,Maa......nom-nom-nom............slurp*