Who Rescued Who?
We had just moved to the farm a few weeks before we lost our precious boxer pup. She had been with us for years and had “mothered” and trained our new foxhound puppy for a year before moving to the farm. Our daughter had purchased her foxhound puppy from a local breeder after learning to fox hunt with her for over a year. She joined another local hunt club after we moved due to the master of her training hunt retiring. My daughter’s American Foxhound puppy was very lonely after losing his “boxer mama”.
When we heard one of the original hounds she worked with in the first hunt was being retired, she immediately reached out to adopt her. It was a hard transition for everyone even though it was beautiful. We were still grieving. Our puppy, now growing up, was delighted to have this sweet girl, but drove her crazy with his energy. But over time, everyone has settled in and is thriving. Both hounds run happy in the background chasing squirrels. Our retired hound rescued all of us as much as we rescued her to come live in an orthopedic bed with unlimited love and affection but still have the freedom to chase.
Animals bring so much joy to our lives. We haven’t been without an animal since my husband and I were first married. I don’t know if we could truly be happy without animals as part of our family. We’ve grown to having three horses and both of our hounds on our farm. Will there be more rescues in the future? Only time will tell…
Autumn’s Audience
“Autumn calls its audience to quietly rest among the colors of change.” -Katie Cummins
Poppy
The poppy is a flower of remembrance that began in the First World War and is often used as a remembrance in association of Armistice Day, November 11
Fall into Peace
Simplicity of SeasonsAs the hustle and bustle of life begins to slow down, autumn starts to glow in its array of colors and cooler days. It’s a reminder to stop and look at your life from a different perspective. When I capture images, I tell a story with the subject matter, the composition, the color palette and the depth of field. In this photograph, the swing is empty, resting from the busyness of summer activities. The colors fade as the yard disappears into the distance. May each of us remember moments because they too will fade with time.
Lessons
Learning doesn’t always take place in a classroom.
