The rate at which things change always takes a little getting used to.
Weeds grow just as you turn your back on them. A book begun yesterday becomes one you're recommending today. And, sometimes, a life vanishes in the blink of an eye. Sadly, we lost our horse yesterday. Merlin, one of the two animals we inherited from the previous owner, was a damn fine horse. He had a good, willful spirit, and he loved ginger snaps (a man after my own heart). Merlin's absence in the pasture feels heavy, and he will be missed.
The wilted thistle and the green tomatoes were captured today.
Posts
While Merlin morphs to join Honey as a fond memory, and as the grief eases, it might be time to interview one of those renowned, goat herding, coyote hating, garden guarding, lawn mowing, all-purpose donkeys?
ReplyDelete