Wonderful Weekend!

All last year I had a four day work week. But now I'm back to the usual five. That makes the weekend that much more wonderful! I can gladly say that today was sunny and bright, and after all the work at home was done, I charged over to see Lilly, Gettysburg in tow!

This is all Lilly wanted to do when I saw her. I can tell she's thirsty because when I go over toward the little hydrant thingy in the barn, she makes every attempt to follow me, sticking her big ole head over by the pipe. Then when I am actually filling the bucket, she tries to nudge me out of the way. Which is very bossy and not allowed. When Lilly wants water, she is not so good at being ground tied. (Like today.)

View from on top again! Here she is taking an opportunity to snatch some hay set out by the Big Pasture. I was fixing my glove and unable to stop her for a split second. And that's the split second she made her move. Very clever brumby. Does she have eyes in the back of her head?

Here's that deep and drifty field again. Christine and I cut across it to get back to the woods. When Bill has a lot of horses, he uses this as another pasture. Looking at this picture makes me really long for sprintime. But that is a long way off.

Can you see Christine and QTee up ahead in this picture? They look hidden in the photo, but at the real moment in time, the light in the woods was so incredibly soft and blue, and Christine and QTee looked so timeless I had to stop for a snapshot. When I did this both of my gloves slid down into the snow. Darn that gravity!

Waaaaait a minute! That doesn't look like a paint brumby! Don't be fooled! That's a picture Bill sent me from one of his mid-week rides on Cody.

Oh now that's a nice trio of equines. Especially that porky looking brumby.

Oh dear, another busy day for a little dog! As soon as we got home, Getty ran first to her giant puff in the living room and collasped on it. Then she moved to the futon in the guest room. Where she curled up into an exhausted little ball!

I would like to close my post tonight with a poem by Robert Frost entitled Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house in in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer

To top without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

H gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.