I have it!!


Hi, I’m Tina and I’m a nemophilist!

I can never get enough of walking in our woods.  There is something about the noise of crickets, birds, hawks, crunching leaves and cracking sticks that soothes the soul.

The smell of the earth, fragrant wild vines, wet leaves, and tree bark keeps your senses alive.

grace walk 2214 wrinks crossing 2214

It’s a new adventure every season and day walking our trails.  Every day nature changes herself with a recent broken tree limb on the trail, a tree that has shed it’s leaves, a woodpeckers that has pecked a new design in a hollowed out dead tree.

happy wrinks shack

The dogs happily prance around running at times from trail to trail on the scent of an animal.  On a neighboring trail a shack was put up overnight last winter.



On horseback you see things at a different level and there’s always time to snap a picture of changing leaves, favorite old trees and open meadows.


Happy dogs go racing by only to be stopped dead in their tracks by a friendly neighbor enjoying the trails on her horse.

dogshide trails

And there’s never a dull moment for human or animal.  There is nothing but the beauty of our world in all it’s splendor.


So while I now know the name of my addiction, I am happy to admit that I am a Nemophilist!!!

Old Horsewoman


When I Am An Old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to ALL
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.

-Author Patty Barnhart