THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: WWHHHHOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

WWHHHHOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

It is 11:51....I just checked in and have 100,016 hits! In my dreams, did I ever expect anything like this! Thank you all for keeping track of the happenings at Skoog Farm.

12 comments:

Sunny said...: Congratulations! Your posts are always a delight to read along with your wonderful pictures.
☼ Sunny; February 27, 2011 at 12:19 AM
Silvia-Maria said...: Es ist auch immer wieder schön bei dir vorbeizusehen, ich gratuliere zu deinem schönen Blog.
Silvia-Maria; February 27, 2011 at 2:03 AM
~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: CONGRATS!!! Here's to the next 100,000 and beyond!! :-))); February 27, 2011 at 6:09 AM
Gail said...: Wonderful!; February 27, 2011 at 7:43 AM
Nancy said...: That's great! Your sunrise photos always inspire me. :); February 27, 2011 at 7:51 AM
Unknown said...: WoooooooHoooooooo..........
Congrats to you!! I love your blog.
8>); February 27, 2011 at 8:13 AM
Sally said...: Your Skoog Farm Journal is fun to visit...so much to enjoy!; February 27, 2011 at 9:12 AM
Verde Farm said...: That’s FABULOUS Lori!! Congratulations :); February 27, 2011 at 10:00 AM
Jeni said...: congrats Lori !! I LOVE your header picture =); February 27, 2011 at 10:36 AM
Peggy Montano & Paintings said...: Always interesting things going on. :); February 27, 2011 at 11:07 AM
Sharon Creech said...: Congratulations!! Spectacular!; February 27, 2011 at 3:32 PM
Terry said...: Wow!!! Congratulations, Lori!; February 27, 2011 at 5:38 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.

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.....

Followers

Saturday, February 26, 2011

WWHHHHOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

12 comments: