THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Walnut Hill 2013

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Walnut Hill 2013

Horses, Hats and Hounds....

9 comments:

Cloudia said...: Everyone looks MAH-Velous!

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ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Michaele said...: Incredible photography! You did so well at capturing the day. Got me wondering what kind of hat I would wear. The corgi is darling!; August 17, 2013 at 7:35 PM
Dreaming said...: Oh my! The horses! The carriages! The 'tail gating'! The silver! The food! The hats! What fun! I would love to have that Corgi puppy!; August 17, 2013 at 7:44 PM
The Dancing Donkey said...: I was wondering if I would recognize anyone as I know some people showing there, but I can't see past those hats!:); August 17, 2013 at 10:33 PM
Two French Bulldogs said...: What a cool event. And the baby is still sleeping
Snorts
Benny & Lily; August 18, 2013 at 1:02 AM
Anonymous said...: Goodness it all looks very posh!!; August 18, 2013 at 4:02 AM
ann @ studiohyde said...: Aww, Loved this post! I really enjoy seeing the turnouts and all those Hats! wonderful :); August 18, 2013 at 12:06 PM
thecrazysheeplady said...: Fun fun fun!; August 18, 2013 at 1:44 PM
Unknown said...: Thank you Lori. That was a great pleasure (as always).; August 18, 2013 at 4:49 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, August 17, 2013

Walnut Hill 2013

9 comments: