Okay here I go again. I'm experimenting with some graphics that I found when surfing around. I should have learned my lesson when I surfed onto the vile horse site a few weeks ago but I'm a slow learner. I just thought this picture was so beautiful I had to put it on my post.
I have had a love affair with horses ever since I can remember. I used to collect horse statues and had tons of them. I don't know what happened to them, they would be antiques by now. (that's rather depressing isn't it?) I cut pictures out of magazines, I drew horse pictures, I pretended that my statues were alive and real. I had it bad. We didn't have the money to have riding horses when I was small but up the road was a kind couple with an old retired work horse that that I was allowed to ride. He was big and gentle with feet the size of pie plates and didn't have a saddle so we rode him bareback. His back was so wide you could set a tea cup on it and it wouldn't fall off. He'd served his years as a woods work horse and twitched out his share of logs.
I think he really enjoyed the attention he received from us kids, the brushing, the treats and even the strolls around the pasture with three of us on his back at once. Three of us didn't weigh as much as his big work collar and harness had so it was an easy job.
Eventually we did get our own riding horses, many different ones over the years. I don't know what ever happened to the old work horse but he sure filled a spot in my life that I will always remember. He was so kind and gentle, just what a little girl needed.
Now some 50 years later I still have the same love affair with horses. I think if you catch the bug it's always with you. I know my granddaughter has the bug and it tickles me to pieces. I guess it was just born right in her. Those of you that have the bug know just what I am talking about.
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That was a beautiful post today! I loved reading about the old horse up the road. It painted such a wonderful picture of sweet days gone by. I know which horse you are talking about. One night we tented in the pasture up there. The old folks let the horse out of the barn and he ran right over to where we were tenting and started rubbing against the tent and making it shake. We didn't know what it was at first, but finally got the courage to look out of the tent and see it was the horse. I bet the old folks were snickering back at the house.
Beautiful post!
I love the horse photo!
Oh yes! My horses are my childhood dreams come true, and I thank God for them often.
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