A group of us got to talking ponies the other day. It was unanimous that small horses can be a bit (or a lot) headstrong. My own childhood pony, a Scottish Highland, was an exception, I now believe. From the time I got her when I was about six, till I turned twelve or so, … Continue reading Midnight, the Pony
Today, the Lillooet river was choked with ice floes and the heron at one of the inflow channels looked very forlorn waiting for a feed of fish. I had no urge to rush to the edge as I had when I was a kid. We were warned early on that the river was unpredictable and … Continue reading River Dunk
Dad’s head was nestled in close to Bossy’s flank as he sat at his milking stool, listing slightly because Bossy had kicked the legs off at one time and they’d been hastily replaced. I listened to the soft squelching of the milk as it hit the pail and its sweet smell and the heat of … Continue reading Barn Memories
The Wellness Almanac 