THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: FALL FELL INTO CHRISTINA'S WORLD....

Monday, October 26, 2009

FALL FELL INTO CHRISTINA'S WORLD....

These beautiful photographs are being brought to you by my roving photographer, Tina.

...and they were all taken on her own property...the ideal "Gentleman's Farm."

4 comments:

Brenda's Arizona said...: Wow, just beautiful colors. Remind me what a 'gentleman farm/farmer' is?; October 26, 2009 at 3:06 PM
Unknown said...: What glorious autumn colours. And a dry stone wall !!!! Didn't know you had them over there. Makes it look like an old English estate.; October 26, 2009 at 6:09 PM
Anonymous said...: I love it when you take me to Christina's world. If I weren't on the East Coast when viewing those photos I'd be rally homeisck. Gorgeous.; October 26, 2009 at 7:35 PM
allhorsestuff said...: What a beautiful world there she has! Thanks for sharing her rather English setting...it is scrumptious!
KK; October 30, 2009 at 11:50 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.

Poem for Masterpiece

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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Monday, October 26, 2009

FALL FELL INTO CHRISTINA'S WORLD....

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