Sunday, January 30, 2011


Today my hubby and I went out to purchase a neat cupboard that we found on Kijiji.  As luck would have it, the lovely lady selling it owned some horses.  These horses are called "haflingers".  A wonderful, sturdy breed that is rare in these parts.

Before we left our house, I gathered up a couple of apples because I knew there were horses there after speaking with the owner about  the cupboard.  She mentioned to look for the house with the horses out front. Sigh.  Horses are my first love.  I was fortunate to have had horses as a young girl.  I lived and breathed horses for many years and some of the most happy moments in my life were spent on the back of a horse. My first horse was called "Trigger" and he was a plucky little palomino pony.  Next came "Bandit" a lovely pinto horse and as gentle an animal you could ever meet.  Oh how I loved them both.
Today was a very good day.  I touched and smelled and loved on those horses like there was no tomorrow!  Of course, they smelled apples!  So, they liked me too.

I think he is smiling....yup, that is a smile alright!
And I am still smiling right now.

"The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit and fire." ~ Sharon Ralls Lemmon

"No  hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle." ~ Winston Churchill


  1. "When I am an old horsewoman I shall wear turquoise and diamonds, and a straw hat that doesn't suit me And I shall spend my social security on red wine and carrots, sit in my alleyway of my barn and listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of the night and ride the old gelding, across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow. And when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing inside stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel and I will be an embarrassment to all, who will not yet have found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend. A friend who waits at midnight hour, with muzzle and nicker and patient eyes, for the kind of woman I will be when I am old." Mary

  2. Hi Mary... I absolutely love your comment. I want to be an old horsewoman too!