My sister recently reminded me that after our grammy died in 2007, I didn't write for a while, either. She's right about that. Then, I withdrew to my garden and spent the summer weeding in my nightgown. I miss my pony and think about him every day and night. But, it's awesome to consider the… Continue reading 2,900 Miles From Home
The weather on Sunday was just right for lingering at the corner stall. And for offering one, two, three peppermint treats and for letting my horse lick peppermint sprinkles from my palm. He was clean, still damp from his first spring bath, and with a belly full of clover, chickweed, and dandelion leaves. Thick crumbs… Continue reading Blue Eyes
Albert was here.