THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Here Comes the Sun....

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Here Comes the Sun....

Photo-shoot at Shetler's Christmas Tree Farm, just before dark.

Night all.

7 comments:

Annette said...: No sun here today. Cold storm from Alaska expected this evening. Got the fire going.; December 12, 2012 at 7:00 PM
Buttons said...: Sometimes I wish I was a cat:) Hug B; December 12, 2012 at 7:25 PM
Island Rambles Blog said...: lovely visit, I always enjoy going through the events of the day here.; December 12, 2012 at 8:06 PM
Terry said...: Cosy Kitties! Shiny Berlin! Photo shoot with the family. Life is good.; December 12, 2012 at 8:40 PM
Thirteen Sheep (Or More) said...: So that's where my sun was!
I love your tree shots!; December 12, 2012 at 10:44 PM
Michaele said...: The cats don't seem too interested in the sun. I am interested in that dinner!; December 13, 2012 at 8:10 AM
ladyfi said...: What lovely light in your shots!; December 13, 2012 at 10:41 AM

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.....

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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Here Comes the Sun....

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