THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: FINALLY, SOME SHOTS FROM CHRISTINA'S WORLD.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

FINALLY, SOME SHOTS FROM CHRISTINA'S WORLD.

Looks like DJ is getting ready for an Agility Class.

Signs of spring.....

All photos by Tina E. How about those macro shots? Oh, to have a camera with a lense like that.

6 comments:

Sharon Creech said...: Love that dog, love those macro shots!; April 10, 2011 at 12:40 PM
Ingrid de Villiers said...: What a lovely dog! The shots of the flowers are amazing!
Thanks for visiting my blog, I apologize because Silvia's home is not in Tuscany, it is in Naples, Florida, USA. It was a bit confusing. She has a Tuscan style home...so I made it more clear on my post....sorry about that!
Ixx; April 10, 2011 at 1:53 PM
Terry said...: Very nice!; April 10, 2011 at 3:38 PM
John Going Gently said...: and a lovely worldit is too!; April 10, 2011 at 5:33 PM
Leontien said...: OH my he loves jumping doesn't he???

and your flowers are lovely... i'm just a tinsy bit jealous...

Thanks
Leontien; April 10, 2011 at 6:02 PM
Anonymous said...: Beautiful crocus. :)

It hit 86degrees here today, and it's still 71degrees at 11:45pm!!!; April 10, 2011 at 11:41 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.....

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

FINALLY, SOME SHOTS FROM CHRISTINA'S WORLD.

6 comments: