She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and she pretty much fell out the back of the trailer. That was good news; they weren’t sure she’d survive the trip. It isn’t my intention to cue a circle of hand wringing, sympathy is not the goal. If … Read more
So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to a fine-tuned invisibility. So work- hardened by test, she had proven she could carry the pain. Better to be alone than a fool. Held apart so cold lack seemed a choice instead of a failure. … Read more
Just a bi-ped with a muck fork
The Real Loudmouth Party-Poopers of Infinity Farm
A better question is what is it about horses that hook us so deeply?
Bittersweet September grass.
No way to be useful.
The passing hours of this hot-dry day spook and buck and bolt, swirling together and scattering apart in a a howling dust devil of sharp nickers, skittering hooves, and manure. Always manure. I’m only human. I march from water tank leaks to gate repair, trying to mitigate the day’s erosion and prepare for the next … Read more