It was just starting to get dark when I took the dogs for their walk tonight. The trees are beautiful welcoming you into our woods.
On the other side the horses are enjoying their last bit of pasture grass as it’s now starting to slow down on growth.
This beautiful orange yellow tree greets you as you enter the woods
About 1/4 mile back you will cross the creek which is beginning to fill up now after being mainly dry for the past few months. The bridge is covered in fallen leaves and makes a beautiful crunch sound while crossing
And the opening to the hard woods is where you end up next about 1/2 mile further. The smell in this area draws me in and the beauty of the leaves is stunning even at dusk. You can see a newly fallen dead tree has now changed the look of the entrance since I walked last
On another trail home this stark collection of birch trees watches you pass. Their leaves are almost gone but even in the bareness, the white of their bark is something to behold
And you have come full circle after 45 minutes where the horses didn’t notice you were gone
But they will come to see you when you get close for a quick pat to their neck
And a good scratch on the tree
This is how I find my inner peace 🙂
This is the story of one sad, lonely pumpkin.
15 Pumpkin plants were planted by seed.
They were nourished and cared for when they started to sprout
Their permanent home was well looked after and filled with organic soil to encourage their growth to maturity
They were lovingly planted in the soil with all of their sproutlet friends
And everything was flourishing while the beautiful pumpkin vines were spreading their wings and taking over their corner of the garden.
And a baby was born finally
And he started to grow bigger. Everyday yearning for a pumpkin sibling to join him.
But that was not to be and out of 15 plants this is our only sad, lonely pumpkin!!
Legend has it July 10, 1040, Lady Godiva rode horseback through the streets naked in protest of her husbands wishes to raise taxes on their town.
It’s a very fascinating story I think especially of the will of the wife to prove her compassion for others and give up something considered such a sin to her religion which was nudity. I wonder if she thought to herself “I will show him” as she rode that day.
You can read the entire history about it here as it also explains how the term “peeping tom” came into play in our history.
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
U.S. School for Indians at Pine Ridge, S.D. with a small Oglala tipi camp in front of the large government school buildings in 1891.