When I am doing chores – I always come up with the greatest ideas for my next post.
Alas – the 3 minutes it takes me to walk from the barn/paddock usually erases those ideas as once I get in the house – it’s a constant barrage of “what’s for dinner/do I have clean clothes for tomorrow/does this dress make me look fat?” (the last one – I was kidding) but I often times lose my train of thought.
Tonight of course no different. Doing the evening night feed – all these great ideas/thoughts rolling around in my big old head – and POOF – as soon as I hit the back door – SMACK – laundry in dryer – blah blah blah.
BUT – what did occur to me while I was outside feeding the masses – is the smell.
The smell of wet horse.
I popped a halter and lead line on Little Horse to pull him out of the herd to take him to some green green grass.
My herd is NOT starving – they are quite well fed – mayhaps over fed – but one needs a treat now and then – yes?
I was hand grazing Little Horse wherever the weed whacker did not get this weekend and I leaned in and inhaled – the scent of wet horse and well horse – over powering and pungent and heaven!!
I have mentioned before – Little Horse’s days are coming to an all too swift end. It’s time.
But the smell – takes me back to better days – the fresh grass and the whiff of flowers in the air – the down wind of the manure pile with the smell of wet horse.
You can keep your designer perfumes – Manure and Wet Horse – that is my scent of choice!!
Perhaps I can bottle it and make a kabillion dollars???
It shall be labelled Cheval Fumier and I shall sell it for $100/ounce – Oui??? Non??? LOL
Seriously – at night – everyone gets hug and a special scratchy. Everyone gets a good night hug.
Everyone gets my unconditional love and respect and they give me their unconditional love and respect and we are equals. I am not the master – they are not the master- we are partners.
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