Ice spangled shards of grass.
Squint a bit, pretend the falling leaves are snow flakes. It almost works.
Please winter, stay for a while. If I ever nag and complain about the relentless summer heat – THIS is my time.
Loving everything about this season, ignoring some mud. The horses, almost frisky, which is lovely!
This week, Dental Clinic and Vetting for the barn. The vet will stick this little mare for height again – bet she has settled in only a smidge above 15.2. We only go wider from here. Both of us.