ah, the aroma of a horse

I called a friend on Saturday and told him I had horse manure on my boots, there was hay in my hair and I was covered in loose horse hair. "You've got to be ecstatic," was his reply. And I was. I grew up on a farm and though its been 25 years since I last lived there, I still most identify with the farm life and I miss it. I am happiest if I can be in the barn, even if it is cleaning stalls.
After almost six months of being separated from Cisco, my horse, I moved him to a new home on Saturday. While, it will never be the same as owning my own place in the country, economically, this is the best I can do at this time. He is now close enough for me to visit more often and I think we are going to love the place.
Unfortunately, we moved in on a day when everyone on the place was getting ready for their first horse show of the season. After hours of activity, everyone loaded up on horse trailers and was gone. Cisco and I, plus the other boarded horses, were left alone. So, for a while it was my own place.
After several hours of just letting Cisco get used to the new place, I saddled him up and we took a short ride. It was sunny, 72 degrees and a breeze, what more could a person ask for?
Connie