Our horses are not young, neither are we. We negotiate with winter, bartering against the wind that our horses might have shelter, might have this small farm to hold them. We’re hostage to them, more than they are to us. We make ourselves useful, driving to town to take jobs caring for others to … Read more
The desire to want a horse is the selfish, easy part.
We’ve been fifteen years on this little farm now and each of us has days to brag about. In the end, at the bedtime walk thru when all things are equal, I think our greatest achievement is simply finding our way home. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share … Read more
My income afforded me nice riding breeches and boots, lessons and clinics. There were no chores to do, it was the muck less and ride more reality. That same income did not afford me even a marginal horse property of my own.