It began like all perfect spring mornings. A cool breeze blowing on my sun warmed face pushed me to stay outside as long as possible, working on a new fenceline in the lower horse pasture. I snaked a pole saw high into the scraggly branches, and trimmed up the limbs
Tonight I waited until the last breath of daylight to take hay up to the horses. They are enjoying the tender new grasses, and are content with grazing. So, adding hay to their diet is just an extra at this point. The gentle sounds of darkness decended on me as
In 8th grade I attended a one room school, way back in the middle of nowhere. I remember strolling through the trees in back of the school at lunch time, and being captivated by a meadow I found with thousands of Buttercups punctuating the grass. I laid down in the
Yesterday we found out that Mocha was not in his pasture. The sun was nearly gone, and I was ready for the day to be over. But instead of a quick before bed treat for the horses, I found Little Joe, alone, waiting for my visit. It was odd to
Today was for getting ready. Ready to face upcoming medical procedures that I have been avoiding. I recoil at the mere thought of more. More fear, more pain and not finding out that I'm okay. I can only turn it over to God and ask for peace, and
This morning was spectacular. Early dawn shown down softly on the rising mist from the creek. The rain soaked trees let off steam as the warmth of the sun rays touched their forms, so heavily clad in thick, dark green moss. Drops of water clung to leaves while the colors
Wild water in the creek today. Foaming white caps and swirling muddy water creeping up the banks. I wonder if my favorite plum tree will survive the onslought of waist deep water tugging at the dirt it is moored in. The horses take to high ground on days like these.