THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Sunday Stills

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Sunday Stills - Flowers

Spring has sprung! To view more flowers click on Sunday Stills in my sidebar.

9 comments:

Ed said...: Great shots..:-); April 28, 2013 at 12:59 PM
Anonymous said...: Your flowers are gorgeous! What is the one in the last shot?; April 28, 2013 at 1:04 PM
Strawberry Lane said...: So beautiful! Daffodils ... my favorite sign of spring! Not sure I recognize the last flower. Would love a hint.; April 28, 2013 at 1:05 PM
Eva said...: Lovely daffodils. I'm no flower expert, so I'm also wondering what the last one is.; April 28, 2013 at 4:22 PM
allhorsestuff said...: Love all these takes for flowers. Especially love that last one(mystery to me what it is?) with it and the tree bark backdrop!

Loving the sunn, horsey header...adorable! They all look immaculate too...how'd you do that!; April 28, 2013 at 4:42 PM
Lori Skoog said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; April 28, 2013 at 4:44 PM
Lori Skoog said...: I always have to ask my friend Madonna what this flower is called. We never planted it and it has shown up every spring for 31 years.
"Fritallaria."; April 28, 2013 at 4:47 PM
Anonymous said...: Thanks for those gorgeous flowers, bright and beautiful; April 29, 2013 at 7:54 AM
Anonymous said...: Oh I do love spring flowers... daffs are my favourite; May 1, 2013 at 6:37 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, April 28, 2013

Sunday Stills - Flowers

9 comments: