This ain't Kansas anymore....

"The wind began to switch / The house, to pitch / And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch..."  words to a  song Dorothy sang in the 1969 Wizard of Oz movie. Now if Judy Garland was still singing she would change the word 'house' to 'barn'.

You see with the gale force winds we've been having, Dorothy would have wanted to honor our barn, you know since it reminded her of Auntie Em's beloved farm house which was lifted away by a tornado.

Our barn, a simple canvas Costco shed with metal poles, flew through the air a quarter of a mile down the road crossing three pastures and landing on the roof of another barn. It blew me away, literally.

I went to feed our horses and saw our hay stack standing alone uncovered. My first thought was it probably blew away but since there wasn't any sign of it in the vicinity, I figured the husband took it down as a precaution.

I called the farm boy to confirm my presumption but he actually did nothing of the sort. He decided to come down and help investigate our missing barn.

The wind storm actually lifted our humble hay covering, leaving only the stakes in the ground, and carried it away like a parachute or hot air balloon dropping the metal poles in nearby pastures before landing on the roof of a neighbors barn.

It was torn, battered and in shambles as we gathered it and tossed it in the husbands truck.

I really believe Dorothy would have wanted her song to go as follows:

"Dorothy: It really was no miracle. What happened was just this...
Dorothy: [singing] The wind began to switch / The barn, to pitch / And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch / It flew through the air without a glitch /
Munchkin: And, oh, what happened then was rich!
Munchkins: [singing] The barn began to twitch / The poles took a slich / It landed on another barn, oh what a pitch/

So we may not be in Kansas but if that barn roof didn't stop our barn from finishing it's flight, it would be on it's way to OZ right about now.

Full moon rising

Coming out of my Zumba class the other night I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the sky looked.  It was purple and pink with a huge full moon shining bright for all it's worth. It actually took my breath away, OK I was already out of breath from exercising but that's beside the point, the moon was spectacular.

Since I'm a firm believer a full moon has a mystical affect on living creatures, I couldn't help but think of the preschoolers. It was a day I didn't work but know from past experience, and could only imagine, what kind of day the staff must have had with those little bodies doing crazy things. It actually made me smile.

I smiled all the way to where our horses are kept so I can tuck them in for the night and give them their much wanted dinner. They love feeding time and don't miss the opportunity to strut their stuff letting me know how starving they are.

You should have seen my horses. The moon definitely was working its magic on those animals. They couldn't have cared less about dinner. They were running around bucking and kicking their heels, tossing their heads and racing each other in the pasture. The hay was in the feeder but the horses ran circles around it snorting and splashing mud all over the place, and them. Again, It made me smile.

Walking into work, the girls were filling me in on the crazy time they had with the preschoolers the day before. The day the moon was rising. They told me all about how wild the kids were and how they were doing things that were out of character with their personalities. They couldn't figure what got into them.

As I looked at my bewildered comrades, all I could do was smile....