The Farm Dog

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This past summer was filled with both tension and excitement as we took an extreme leap of faith and acquired a 100-acre horse property in south central Ontario.

Naturally this has meant a huge adjustment on many levels. Change is never easy but if we don’t take a chance on change how can we ever expect to achieve our dreams and grow?

A property such as this has been a long-held dream for both my husband and I. For him a chance to build his dream home and live in the country. For me this fulfills my deepest wish to live surrounded by nature and horses, to be a part of the country culture and to have a place to build my FEEL (Facilitated Equine Experiential Learning) practice.

Still, everything takes time. We’ve been on the farm just over a month ~ a time of exploration and settling in which will continue for a little while yet as we get acquainted with its nuances and understand its needs. I find this both exciting and a tad intimidating, but am confident we can manage the challenges that lay ahead with all the good people around us who are sharing in this adventure.

A more complete telling of how this dream manifested will appear soon in my blog Musings of a Horse Mom.

One of many happy outcomes so far is that Abbey, our rough collie, who lost her mom two months ago, has come into her own as a farm dog. She lives in such anticipation of a day at the farm (we don’t live on it yet as we still need to build a house) that she won’t eat her breakfast and she starts getting after me if I delay our departure. She’s been quick to find her legs there and is gradually learning that to herd the horses is not advisable. Fortunately, all of the horses have demonstrated great patience with her as she rounds this learning curve.

I am so happy for Abbey to have this distraction and new way of being while she moves on from having her mother constantly by her side. Abbey has come into her own; become more confident. It has been an amazing transition to witness. Change has been good for her. Change is good for all of us if we just allow ourselves a chance to grow.

Thanks for visiting …



©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2015

Summer Susans

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Not strictly monochrome, I know, but it’s what I felt moved to submit this week.

Normally this would be an image of brilliant hues of yellow and green and brown. It was fun to see what would happen if I toned it down. Looks like the Brown-Eyed Susans “pop” in the image. What do you think?

Enjoy this beautiful day …



©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

Prairie Ghosts … Alberta

Grain elevators at Rowley, Alberta

I remember as a young girl, visiting my grandmother in rural Alberta. Being, at the time, a big-city girl I was mesmerized by the wide open spaces, the vast sky and the myriad of old farm structures that dotted the landscape.

Among my favourites was the impressive grain elevator.

Every prairie town and hamlet had a least one sitting by the rail line. It was place of commerce for the local farmers who’d bring their grain yields in for shipping. As I recall, granny’s town north of Edmonton, being in a rather prosperous farming area, had three.

With the closure of many remote railway lines in recent years, most of these handsome old wooden structures have been demolished. Others, succumbing to wood rot and mouse infestations, have been replaced with galvanized steel impostors which are, no doubt, more efficient but simply don’t carry the torch of romanticism that burns brightly for those they replaced.

What few wooden structures remain must be sought out to be seen and are nothing more than ghosts of a time now past.

These images were taken during two separate excursions — the first in June 2011 at Rowley, a ghost town about two hours north east of Calgary. These towers were to have been torn down but the town purchased them from the railroad and they are preserved as part of a rural museum.

The second image was captured this past July at another ghost town east of the city, Dorothy (yes, I have a namesake.) The rail bed is long gone and the elevator stands alone as a prominent landmark along a stretch of two-lane highway running through the heart of the Alberta Badlands.

Lone Elevator at Dorothy, Alberta

My grandparents and great grandparents settled in Alberta, and worked the land, some more prosperously than others. I suppose this is why I am intrigued by these prairie ghosts. They are a part of my heritage.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


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