Horses

Sunrise — Sunset

Nothing will sustain you more potently than the power to recognize in your humdrum routine, as perhaps it may be thought, the true poetry of life.
— Sir William Osler (1849-1919) Canadian Physician

Well here is my poetry for today. I caught the sun burning through the thick clouds this morning.

The farrier came to the barn to trim Luke and some other horses this evening. I got stuck in a traffic jam and showed up in time to catch the farrier packing up his gear and pay him. Thank goodness for friends that hold your horse for you.

It got into the upper 50s today. The light wasn’t cooperating with my photo efforts but you can kind of see how long Luke’s fur is where the blanket doesn’t cover and those parts got pretty sweaty from our ride.

Those eyes are begging for pity and a Guinness (or was that me).
I caught this ball of fire in the road on the way home.

For every wound, a balm. For every sorrow, cheer. For every storm, a calm. For every thirst, a beer ~ Irish Blessing

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