Valentine's Day and a Goat Tail. I Mean Tale.
He’s managed to steal another base and the game plays on.
He’s managed to steal another base and the game plays on.
I have a bone to pick with my Grandfather Horse. He stole my goat.
It’s no surprise–my Happy Place is always with the herd. Here’s the Grandfather Horse. I’m hoping winter will be kind to him. I’ve been living in the shadow of this particular horse for almost three decades, not quite of half my life. And I’m not the only one. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. (WordPress Photo Challenge … Read more
Endurance is the main ingredient in old age. My Grandfather horse has endured infirmity, climate change, and the weight of time and gravity. He has endured my dogged love, lofty ambitions, and infinite shortcomings. Not holding back and protecting himself, the Grandfather Horse has shown his endurance year after year by giving more than asked, … Read more
Relics: Senior horses are the very best. The Grandfather Horse and I have been together for so long that the line between us blurred to gray and we can’t remember which century we met. We’re rickety relics of a story the two of us made up before we were born. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. WordPress … Read more
It’s a Grandfather Spring. Those words don’t go together well.
The Object is to live your life in such an exceptional way that when you are old and decrepit, the one who loves you can still see you dance. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life … Read more
Old horses, and the women who love them: We are unapologetic ninnies, I’ve written about it before.
Our GRANDfather horse holds a special position of respect in our herd. He has lead with kind fairness, and now we all want to return the favor, we all want to protect him. Cold weather is cruel to old bodies, and in the afternoon light, a young gelding stands watch while the sun warms his … Read more
How many friends have ridden my Grandfather Horse over the years? I lost count a decade ago. He is even older than his age implies, but right now, in deep summer, his eye is kind and there’s no reason to complain. Days are long and life is good.