Anne-Marie quickly metamorphosed from Toronto urbanite to ranch hand.
Riding with Trail Boss, Tommy.
Bonding with the John Deere:
Auditioning for a role in my coyote annihilation posse.
All that work can make one hungry. I received a look of disapproval when I dumped a can of peas onto our salad and attempted to sprinkle Kraft cheese on it. Anne-Marie is a chef, nationally acclaimed cheese judge and culinary arts professor... I may be a decent camp cook, but she raised the bar sky high.
Instruction was given on the making of a proper 6 hour chicken stock.
Not only did my house smell good, but the aroma wafted out and greeted me in the driveway when I came home from work.
It wasn't all work though. We toured the famous drive thru art museum.
The outing was intended as a joke, but Anne-Marie was gaga about the folk art!
My childish side preferred to ride the wrecking ball art.
Maybe that's what spawned the idea that I should mount my previously never ridden draft horse.
Step 1: find a ladder to climb aboard.
Step 2: Jerry rig a bridle with twine.
Step 3: Take his best friend along for the ride...
Crazy Glue has nothing on them!
Best friends since 10!
Now BFF with the extended family too.
Anytime this snow bird wants to migrate back down South, she's welcome. I guess I'll just starve until then:(