My youngest son recently called to tell me of a death in the family—someone I had known quite well but hadn’t seen for many years. He was 75 years old, rode his bike every day, lifted weights, and ran up the stairs to keep fit. He had a little farm with a pony and all sorts of animals. He was active in church, and he was a precious grandpa, father and husband. His wife especially needed his daily care.[Read more…]
From my front porch, I hear a loud rattling chatter sound. I know immediately that a Belted Kingfisher is flying over the lake behind our mobile home. This is a colorful, odd-looking bird easily identified by sight or sound.[Read more…]
My new horse interest!
My husband and I no longer own horses, but we enjoy horseracing. I was watching the post parade at Fairmount Park one Tuesday in early July—when number two in the third race totally captured my attention. “Look at that beautiful mare!” I yelled. I hardly noticed the rest.
The program gave her name as Ruler Runaway, a dark gray six-year-old mare with flowing tail tipped in white. Suddenly, I was in love.[Read more…]
Unplanned adventures often become memorable experiences. One morning when I went to the boarding stable to visit Lady, my black Tennessee Walking horse mare, I noticed the next door neighbor had a sofa in front of his house with the sign, “Free.”
I wasn’t interested in his sofa. When I got to the barn, a fellow boarder asked me, “What would Lady do if you rode her past that sofa next door?”[Read more…]