May God bless you and your...
In a perfect world, we would be on a trail ride - you on Britches, me on Shadow, the dogs darting back and forth around us. Of course we'd be riding in the forest, climbing the cliffs and occasionally stopping to enjoy the scenery. (I can see you now, leaning forward on the horn, looking off into the distance.) There would be no words; the only sounds would be the horses’ hooves on the trail, the squeak of the saddle's leather and an occasional bird or two. And on that wonderful and beautiful...
May 17, 2010



