Wednesday, June 15, 2011
What a lucky thing to have done. As I was driving along the valley road I saw THE TEAM pulling out of the barn yard and moving into the field. I quickly parked the car and ignored the barking dogs who had come along for the ride.
These two big beautiful Clydesdales often pull wagons around the community in parades for weddings and other special occasions and July 1, our national holiday is coming up soon. So, I was told by Mike (the driver with the ball cap on), the team was going to work. They stopped for a moment. They are hauling a manure spreader behind them, a small one it looks like, but perfect to get the horses in shape.
"We're putting them to work," said Mike, as he told me that the horse nearest to me is called Nash and the one on the other side Kay. And he chucked to the team and off they went into the golden evening.
I simply adore these big animals.
Haven't had the privilege of them living in my own back yard for a few years, but never give up hoping. And every time I pass by a yard full of them or only a single one, I pause to admire.
Yesterday evening, I continued on home with my heart singing and a huge smile on my face. The dogs and I walked in my pasture that used to contain the last and oldest of the horses that graced my living space and I thought about them all. Each one different as day is from night. Each one a magnificent personality.
Who knows? I might have horses back on the property again sometime. Lovely to dream, isn't it?