After the bay gelding’s leg
is doctored and wrapped, I
walk the fence line looking at
bent posts and hair caught up
on wire. Clues don’t change thetask ahead. Unload the rolls
of fencing and tools to start
tomorrow early. The horses
will need to stay in stalls until
the work repairing the fence isdone. Jinxed luck, new tires for
the truck will have to wait. But
then dusk creeps in with deliberate
calm, and darkness gathers all
the colors back home, mended.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
I can understand the being so tired your teeth hurt and having to cowboy up.
What truly amazed me was your perseverance with the rescue corgi.
You are a good woman!
I think maybe his other options are “bad-er” than I am good. But thanks.
Nice to know our day here in the East pushes towards your westerly day before it moves on, Happy to oblige!
I always hand it along west from here… I love thinking we all share the sun and moon…
Always something to make you put on the brakes and change directions!
Yup, and Mother Nature does it for me. Thanks, Terry.