Winter, my bigfoot days

Winter, my bigfoot days

As the temps drop and snow builds up I find myself heading to check on, feed, water and clean Star and Vanilla more often than in the nicer weather. It is beautiful these cold mornings. But Vanilla is now an older llama, approaching 20 years. Star is young and...
Back in the saddle again

Back in the saddle again

So after twenty something years I got to ride a horse. Star is the sixth horse I have come to own and how I have missed horses. I awaited my neighbor Monika to arrive with a light bridle and a small English jumping saddle. We brushed Star and fussed with her. She...
Childhood memories of Justin Morgan, revisited

Childhood memories of Justin Morgan, revisited

I’ve been dreaming a lot about my horses, which I think I’ve spoken about — missing them so much. And I began to go back and read one of the books that I’ve had for almost 50 years now, The Morgan Horse by Jeanne Mellin. Jeanne is an equine artist...

Autumn has arrived.

Golden highlights spread across the distant mountains and fields with abundant corn. The pastures are quiet with livestock peacefully grazing in the soft morning dew. Winds full of fresh energy gusted yesterday, bringing in the fall season. Autumn has arrived. I...