I Want This Hair!

After I worked My Boy the other day, I got up to the house and Paint Girl's OH (other half) asked me if I wanted to ride along while he went to a farm to purchase 28 bales of hay for their horses. Paint Girl was working so she missed the adventure, but had been to the farm previously.

I love old barns and of course I couldn't resist snapping some pictures. This barn, built in the 1930's and standing strong, was so weathered with a variety of colors, from red-peeling paint to green moss to driftwood gray. Many, many stories I'm sure the walls of that barn could tell.

I loved this old window. Those are dusty cobwebs hanging behind the glass, not twigs. Many old orange-red panels were laying around the property. They too, showed signs of days long ago. Or more likely, a lot of Northwest rain.

The hay was loaded onto a handy hay escalator (no idea what these are really called.) Paint Girl's other half told me that with the last load of hay they'd purchased from this farm, he noticed that they salt their hay. I had never heard of this. I guess it's an old farming trick. The bales are rock salted as they are stacked. It helps absorb moisture and prevent "hot bales." And a little salt mineral is good for the livestock, besides!

Here comes the hay! Slowly but surely, the loader cranks out bale after bale.

I got a little distracted by the farm's dog. He gave me a few warning woofs. I wasn't sure if he was saying hello or saying....don't go look at my two handsome draft horses over there. Huh?

There they were. Two beauties watching me from behind the panels. Of course I had to sneak over and take their pictures.

I immediately noticed the lovely mane and forelock on one of them. It was to die for. Gorgeous length, thickness, and color.

I had mane envy, big time. I don't mean for my own spotted boy, who's fuzzball forelock and half-grown out easy-to-maintain mane is fine with me, thank you very much. I mean for me! I want that exact shade of blonde for my own locks!

I snapped more pictures. I brainstormed how I could bring one of these photos into my stylist. Would she think I was a bit off my rocker? Probably not, she used to ride horses and wears vintage cowboy boots. I'm sure she'd get it!

While I was off snapping pictures, the hay stacking was finished and we were ready to head back home where Paint Girl's other half could unload it. Lucky for her, Paint Girl was still at work when that happened, too!

I love little unexpected road trips like this. I see everything flying by the car window in my camera's eye. Guess who my next victim will be?

Yep, my driver. Remember him? He's back. And if I'm nice enough, maybe I can convince him to take me on a driving photo-snapping adventure!