THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: THE DAY IT SNOWED THREE INCHES IN AN HOUR AT CHRISTINA'S WORLD...

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

THE DAY IT SNOWED THREE INCHES IN AN HOUR AT CHRISTINA'S WORLD...

Mr. Sandman

Dream and Sandman...do you remember Dream? She was here for awhile.

(All photographs by Tina E.)

8 comments:

Kate said...: They all look very content with the snow!; January 11, 2011 at 2:03 PM
mj said...: I can say this from afar ... beautiful!; January 11, 2011 at 3:28 PM
Mike and Ann said...: That dog is a professional artist's model !; January 11, 2011 at 4:29 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Gorgeous--snow and animals!; January 11, 2011 at 5:11 PM
Sally Hale said...: Beautiful picture of a handsome fellah--L'Orange.; January 11, 2011 at 6:29 PM
Jeni said...: Everyone looks fat and happy in that snow !!; January 11, 2011 at 7:32 PM
achieve1dream said...: What a gorgeous Sheltie! And the horses are beautiful as well, but that second picture is definitely my favorite. :); January 11, 2011 at 7:43 PM
Terry said...: Those photos look like Christmas cards!
L'Orange looks very handsome in the header.; January 11, 2011 at 8:21 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

THE DAY IT SNOWED THREE INCHES IN AN HOUR AT CHRISTINA'S WORLD...

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