Summer The horses had been out all night under the nearly full moon which is a rare treat for them. I usually keep them in their paddock to give the grass in the pasture a chance to grow a bit after a day of grazing but not tonight. It is summer - and a rainy one at that so everything is growing - and I decided they could come and
"If you see three rabbits in the morning you'll have good luck throughout the day."
I didn't mind the winter this year. The snow began in December which is early for us. It was cold but the fields were blanketed in white for months and it was so pretty that I hardly noticed. I loved the coziness of wearing big, bulky sweaters, darkness coming early, making art, good books, fairy lights and soup simmering on the stove. Winter comes whether I want it to or
Once I had a horse named Sterling who was a good horse in every way possible. He kind of looked like a cartoon horse with his round hay belly, bit of a sway back and somewhat crooked legs but I didn’t care. He was my Velveteen Rabbit and usually- most of the time but not always - I could count on him. He was old but he still had opinions.
I carried a bouquet of imaginary flowers around for most of my life. If anyone tried to tell me they weren't real I would dispute them. "They are real to me," I would say and hold them just a little bit closer. To me, they were the most beautiful flowers in the world although I recognized they had their quirks. Some were brilliantly colored but their petals were a bit
She woke up this way. That is, if she went to sleep at all which I doubt she did. Gisela, my 27 year old Warmblood, loves weather like this. That night the moon was full, the wind was still and it was cold but not bitterly so. I imagine she stood in her paddock and watched as the fog settled around the edges of the surrounding fields and frost transformed her world.
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