Long Ago & Not Far Away

I cannot believe how many years have passed by...on days like this, beautiful June sunny days I think of riding out under the sun and then I remember no, those days are gone, but boy I wish they weren't. 

I can still smell my horse's sweat and the leather of the saddle. 

Sarina, knee deep in clover, alfalfa, and timothy.

Summer 1973, it was her first day at our place in the new pasture that Dad & Ed Falk helped put up corner posts on. The tiny barn that was once my grandparents' garage up here then down at their uptown home, now brought back to where it started...but this time on the old barn's foundation - with a fresh coat of oil-based paint courtesy of my Dad.

Dad was my right-hand man in getting everything ready for my dream-come-true that I had worked so hard to save money for ...

a HORSE!

Old Friend

We may have been friends for nine years on Facebook, but we've been friends for over 46 years in real life.

Our mares both had foals in 1974. We spent that summer riding across the countryside with their little ones running free alongside us.

You were one year ahead of me, Kathy, at NDSU. I joined you there, ending up your dorm room mate, in the fall of 1977 (circumstantially, for only one quarter, but it was very memorable...)

We both ended up being single mothers, doing it our own way, but finding lasting love later in life.

We've come a long, long way, old friend...

A Horse and his Human

Carl & Joe...with a kitty friend

It was so true, once upon a time, in a little town called St. Vincent, when I was a girl.  










I still greatly miss having that very special relationship with a horse.  I live vicariously through my friends who have horses, including my cousin Carl, who has a  long, ongoing, and close friendship with his horse, Joe...