Sunday Evening By the Pond

It was a very nice evening.  The weather cooled down to a nice 87 degrees with a cool breeze that made sitting on the porch watching the animals quite nice.

My wife is recovering from surgery and finally felt like sitting outside.  Every once in a while, we let the horses graze the backyard with us while we watch enjoy watching them “horse around.”

I am reminded of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words, “Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.”

Memorial day weekend has been really nice thus far.  I am grateful for all those who gave their lives, spilled their blood and sacrificed family and home so that I have the freedom to sit on my porch and contemplate the blessings of life.


Nothing like grazing on fresh bermuda grass in the back yard. . .



Even the Koi were happy to see the horses . . .



If you look carefully, you can see the ducks in the pond swimming with the Koi . . . It is amazing how peaceful nature feels with all of God’s creatures in view.  Said Emerson, “Nature, in its ministry to man, is not only the material, but is also the process and the result. All the parts incessantly work into each other’s hands for the profit of man. The wind sows the seed; the sun evaporates the sea; the wind blows the vapor to the field; the ice, on the other side of the planet, condenses rain on this; the rain feeds the plant; the plant feeds the animal; and thus the endless circulations of the Divine charity nourish man.”

Another thought from Emerson, “The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.”


Even the rooster enjoyed the evening. . . while eating a few bugs out of the pond growbeds.

There is something amazing about sitting on your back porch with your animals and feeling the breeze on your face as the sun sets in the background.

I hope that your Memorial Day weekend is as  tranquil and beautiful as mine. And, if you or your family have served in the Armed Forces, from the bottom of our hearts, the Nally family salutes you!

Happy Memorial Day!

Happy Sunday . . . from the Perspective of a Puggle.


Good morning!! My name is Gracie.  I am Adam’s trusted Puggle. I just wanted to show you around the farm this morning.  Adam’s been pretty busy lately with all the chores and his office and trying to be a human.  I thought I’d show you what it looks like from my view.

So, follow me . . .

Much of the day is spent by my pack just napping in the kitchen.  You know . . . Arizona is HOT!  It’s 108 degrees out there right now.

But when I do get up and run around, I get to visit the chickens.

IMG_1889This is Rudy.  He’s the rooster that takes care of all the chickens.  He also wakes me up at 4am . . . what a bird brain.

IMG_1888Rudy chases around his 20 hens and seems to keep them in line.  These three hens follow Adam around begging for food . . . now that I think of it . . . maybe they think they are dogs?

IMG_1893This is Annie.  She’s not a puggle like me, but she seems like a true farm dog.  She likes the chickens too.  In fact, she likes to wait until all the chickens are gathered into one spot and then runs full blast into the middle, scattering the chickens . . . she calls it “chicken bowling.”  Can you see her grinning?


Adam has a really nice mate.  He calls her Tiffini.  She came home with two of these furry small whiney things.  Tiffini calls them “kittens.”  They named them Aravis and Mini.  All they ever do is drink milk and poop in a gravelly thing that smells terrible.  They have blue eyes and when I look at them they smack me in the nose with their claws. I’m not quite sure about them yet.

IMG_1895When it is hot, the ducks get into the pond and bath.  Somehow, they can stay on top of the water.  Every time I’ve gotten in . . . I sink.  Isn’t fair . . . but the water is always cool.


Sometimes, Tiffini empties out the leftovers from the big cold food container called the “fridge” onto the lawn.  The chickens and ducks love that.

IMG_1927Oh yes, I can’t forget to tell you about the goats.  They eat everything.  I think that they’d even eat my ears if I remained still long enough.   This is Daisy.  Her head is quite hard.  That’s all I’ll be saying about that.


Did I tell you about the ducks?  They have the ability to create a mud hole out of a teaspoon of water.  But their eggs are quite tasty.


Oh, the fish . . . I can’t forget the fish . . .


Adam calls them Koi.  I’m not really sure what that means, but they are really cool to watch and they taunt me . . . constantly. However, Adam seems to want to keep them around because their waste feeds the plants and the plants clean the water.  Adam says that it’s an aquaponics thing.  I just know that I prefer the taste of the water to tap water.


But it’s not all fun an games around the farm.  Occasionally, we have a few visitors.  Gophers that is.  Meet George, the King Snake.  He climbs.  He climbed up on an old shelf in the tack room this morning to catch the mouse that’s been living there. He chases mice and gophers . . . Oh, and he eats them too.

Well, that’s the farm.  Come, again, and visit.

Hope you have a really nice Sunday.

Aquaponics Pond Paradise . . . Paths Untrodden

In paths untrodden,

In the growth by margins of pond-waters,

Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,

From all the standards hitherto publish’d—from the pleasures, profits, eruditions, conformities,

Which too long I was offering to feed my soul;

Clear to me, now, standards not yet publish’d—clear to me that my Soul,

That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices most in comrades;

Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world,

Tallying and talk’d to here by tongues aromatic,

No longer abash’d—for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,

Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest,

Resolv’d to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment,

Projecting them along that substantial life,

Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,

Afternoon, this delicious

Ninth-month, in my forty-first year,

I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades.

Robert Frost