Snow

Saturday it started to snow!

Steadily, the snow fell.

 

 Cheering up everyone!

 

Come Sunday, a wee wren had come into the house, seeking warmth.  I took some pictures before I let him fly back out through the window.  I didn't have the heart to keep him long enough to sketch him, he looked so desperate for freedom.

Horses

Frisky,

Majestic, peaceful.

You take my breath away!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA!

Happy Birthday dearest Lydia!

Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing, and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal as moments immortal,
swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.

Amy Lowell, "A Winter Ride"
from A dome of Many Coloured Glasses
Quote from She Flies Without Wings, How Horses Touch A Woman's Soul, Mary D. Midkiff

Training Arabella using Parelli's method.

The Parelli method allows horse lovers at all levels and disciplines to achieve: success without force, partnership without dominance, teamwork without fear, willingness without intimidation, and harmony without coercion. (from the Parelli's website)

Courage, wisdom born of insight and humility, empathy born of compassion and love, all can be bequeathed by a horse to his rider. - Charles de Kunffy

From If I had a Horse, by Melissa Sovey-Nelson


He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising: a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music. Marc Helprin, A Winter's Tale

Quote from She Flies Without Wings, How Horses Touch A Woman's Soul, Mary D. Midkiff

Remember last year? I never posted these pictures of your eighteen birthday. I hope they bring sweet memories, and make you smile.

Wordless Wednesday

All pictures, but the last one, were taken by Raphael.

Poetry Friday, September is a Stallion

For Lydia!

September is a Stallion

September is a stallion
With a flowing, tawny mane
Who has never know a bridle
Nor a rider, nor a reign;
A steed of bronze and amber
Whose bright hooves strike the ground
With a sharp staccato rhythm
And an icy ringing sound.
September is a mustang
From wild, untrammeled skies
Who gallops down the earthways
With wind enchanted eyes.

-Virginia Moran Evans