When you finish a book, you are supposed to have a short description that is pithy, immediately intriguing, and leaves that person begging for more. And you should be able to chirp it out at any opportunity. Like an elevator.
When most women go through a mid-life crisis, they start a diet, get plastic surgery or have an affair. My life went to the dogs…and horses…and llamas…did I mention happy hour with the goats?
My urban world came apart, so I took a leap of faith and crash-landed on a dilapidated would-be horse farm on the flat, windy, treeless prairie of Colorado. It was a place where white horses turn pink at sunrise and I didn’t have to worry about locking the back entry to the house, because the door was missing. The biggest social event of any week was greeting the trash man on Tuesday. And what should I do about the deceased llama in the laundry room?
It’s the story of my bittersweet transition from a mid-life orphan to a modern pioneer woman, building an entirely different kind of family farm.
It’s a start. Thanks for stopping by for the first post in this brand new world. I’m your biggest fan.