THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Sunday Stills

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Sunday Stills - Bad (Arctic) Weather

Don't let the sunshine fool you. We had several days with -20+ windchills.

To view more bad weather, click on Sunday Stills in my sidebar.

Yesterday it hit 40. Go figure.

5 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: They are great photos, and they show the cold perfectly! Supposed to be 50+ here today, but snow tomorrow--Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, so he's right, how did he know?; February 2, 2014 at 10:50 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Chilly but pretty pictures.; February 2, 2014 at 11:43 AM
Inger said...: Lori, you captured the cold better than anyone. That header photo made me shiver.; February 2, 2014 at 11:43 AM
Michelle said...: Stay warm!!!!; February 2, 2014 at 8:01 PM
Sheryl at Providence North said...: Looks terrible! We now live in the Okanagan Valley of BC with little winter, but we spent 35 years in the Great Lakes snowbelt of Ontario. I don't envy you. I don't miss it.; February 3, 2014 at 4:38 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 2, 2014

Sunday Stills - Bad (Arctic) Weather

5 comments: