THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Nothin' Much

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Nothin' Much

Spent most of the day reading in front of the fire....trying to stay awake.

Night all.

10 comments:

Oak Creek Ranch said...: I'd like a bowl of that soup, please.; February 3, 2013 at 7:19 PM
Mary said...: Mmmm... reading by a fire! :) And double mmmm.. that soup looks magnificent. Your town looks like a charming wonderful place. I love those brick buildings!; February 3, 2013 at 9:16 PM
Jo said...: Glad to see relax too, Lori. Mmm, the soup and salad supper looks yummy. Have a great week. Jo; February 3, 2013 at 9:24 PM
Nancy said...: Nothin' much -- but SO much. Thank you Lori. xo; February 4, 2013 at 7:52 AM
Anonymous said...: What beautiful light in these shots.; February 4, 2013 at 9:31 AM
MTWaggin said...: Love seeing those historic buildings!; February 4, 2013 at 9:34 AM
Two French Bulldogs said...: We are loving that quaint town!
Snorts,
Benny & Lily; February 4, 2013 at 9:51 AM
Stephen Andrew said...: Java Junction is a great name fora coffee shop!; February 4, 2013 at 12:04 PM
Buttons Thoughts said...: I'm with Annette soup please:) B; February 4, 2013 at 6:16 PM
Dreaming said...: It looks snowy and cold... but at least the sun was shining!
I have missed 'seeing' your neck of the woods!; February 4, 2013 at 8:40 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, February 3, 2013

Nothin' Much

10 comments: