The temps were mild. No one was shedding but the geldings were sunbathing flat and I was able to chip away at some ice-age muck. I even found a fly in the house. For a moment, it felt possible that winter would end. It was a fib; just the first part of the annual bait-and-switch … Read more
This poem was actually not written by Dylan Thomas at all, but rather his riding instructor.
My corner of Colorado is having a particularly colorful Autumn. The sun rise is later and later, but the dawn colors seem worth the wait. Tomatoes plants have wilted but the tree leaves are frosted and toasted to richness. I hear big weather is coming next week- so these are precious days. Waterfront property isn’t … Read more