Anna Blake

Part One: Thanksgiving Every Day.

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I saw the first holiday decorations come out a few days before Halloween. I did not burst into a rousing rendition of Here Comes Santa Claus. Christmas is not my holiday. Thanksgiving is my holiday; low expectations and high reward factors. It is a holiday that is nearly impossible to mess up. Thanksgiving begins a … Read more

My Barn is Haunted.

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It starts innocently. Maybe when you were little, your dad watched John Wayne movies like mine did. We fell in love with a column of cavalry horses (instead of their riders.) We loved those horses until the cavalry met a band of Indians- Indian horses were always better.  Or it may have been a  movie like My Friend … Read more

Canadian Goose Quadrille.

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My corner of Colorado is having a particularly colorful Autumn. The sun rise is later and later, but the dawn colors seem worth the wait. Tomatoes plants have wilted but the tree leaves are frosted and toasted to richness. I hear big weather is coming next week- so these are precious days. Waterfront property isn’t … Read more

Let’s Dance.

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The connection between horses and music is not abstract. It’s literal. I was learned this fact years ago riding with a group of friends at a barn party. The sound system was cranked up and Bobby McFerrins’ Don’t Worry was playing. I am sure the song choice was meant to be a joke but as … Read more