I bet you flush the toilet in town without a hint of paranoia. I did before I bought my farm. Those sacred words. My farm. My realtor was the only one in the office willing to work in my price range. The horse shed was in better shape than the house, but that was fine. … Read more
I’m thinking about trusting intuition. Or even recognizing intuition. Or comprehending trust, for that matter. Those words are made of hope or dread, nested in thin air. You can see right through them. What is the difference between intuition and a wish? How can a woman of a certain age trust the idea of trust? … Read more
It’s colder now. The leaves are gone. The wind charges at us from the north, and the temperature drops ten degrees at three pm and keeps falling. We’ve had snow, the tank heaters are in. One of my horses has grown so much chin hair that I had to let his halter noseband out. It’s … Read more
Night Wind