This afternoon the air was heavy with the smell of freshly mown hay, tinged with the musty smell of fallen leaves. When I was a child I helped my grandfather rake leaves into large piles and then buried myself in them; the red, yellow and orange glowing like stained glass. Walking through the woods, the perfume sends me back to that time when fall leaves meant hot cocoa, cold noses and dreams that some day I would ride a horse through the woods in the splendor of a New England fall.
Have you ever been swimming with a horse? Something I have wanted to do though racehorse owners and trainers are never keen on it!!! Suppose a few million dollars worth of bloodstock swimming away is not a good idea.
Have you ever been swimming with a horse? Something I have wanted to do though racehorse owners and trainers are never keen on it!!! Suppose a few million dollars worth of bloodstock swimming away is not a good idea.