THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIANA!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIANA!

14 years old today!

All the cousins in Las Vegas. Looks they were having an early celebration.

6 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: ´*•.¸(*•.¸♥¸.•*´)¸.•*´
♥«´¨`•°..Happy Birthday Ariana!!°•´¨`»♥
.¸.•*(¸.•*´♥`*•.¸)`*•.; May 13, 2012 at 4:29 PM
Mary Ann said...: A beautiful young woman and a beautiful picture of her!; May 13, 2012 at 7:46 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Happy Birthday Ariana!

Looked through some previous posts. Love the cane! Beautiful.

Hope Abbe heals soon. I'll be Gucci and Phoebe are going to miss you for a few days. The flowers are all so beautiful.

Good luck tomorrow and best wishes for a speedy recovery. I'll be thinking of you.; May 13, 2012 at 7:46 PM
Two French Bulldogs said...: Happy Birthday pretty A
Benny & Lily; May 13, 2012 at 11:47 PM
Jo said...: Happy Birthday Ariana, I feel as if I've known you since you were a little girl, which is almost true as I've been visiting your gran's blog since early 2008! Bless you, beautiful girl. (((Hugs))) Jo (Tanzania); May 14, 2012 at 5:25 AM
Ariana said...: Thank you!!; May 16, 2012 at 10:39 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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Sunday, May 13, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIANA!

6 comments: