When I was a little girl my first memory of horses was that of watching two horses and their riders walking through a field next to my home. I do not remember many details about the horses or their riders, but I remember the smell of the warm beast, a velvet nose, his breath on my hand, big gentle eyes. I remember how much I wanted to climb up on his beautiful back and ride away.
I think right then and there I promised myself that one day I would have a horse. And so I have, five all total at various times in my life, all very dear, all gone now except my Johnnie. We'd always stabled them at public or private facilities, but there's never been a barn, a real barn, and a pasture, at my own home. Until now.
That sweet dream gets closer each day, all thanks to my Mr. Wonderful.
Each weekend in our new home we've been busy dawn to dusk with outdoor projects. Given we have 18+ hours of daylight, that's saying something. Of course, all our projects are for our dear critters - never mind the inside honey-dos - our four-legged family is much more important. Mr. Wonderful started out by fencing in the back yard, a lovely space so that the kitties could play outside and be safe from foxes. After that, the long hoped for barn.
I think... maybe, two more weeks and I can bring my Johnnie home for good. Home to his own big box stall, knee deep in sweet smelling sawdust, a warm mash in his corner feeder and fresh timothy hay in the manger. This vision is peace to me, soul soothing and dear.
I can't wait.
...eileen
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