Wild water

E. Faye Davis

17 Mar 2025 — 1 min read

Napping buddies

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. They are warm in their winter wear and taking naps when the storm lulls.

We are blessed here in the Northern California foothills. Our weather is horse friendly. Not like in states where my friends live where they have to protect their horses in barns and break ice for drinking water.

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