Horses

We just spent three weeks in sunny Central Oregon, at my parents' homestead. Instead of being restful and peaceful the days were filled with activities. So much has been going on that now we are home again it feels like a vacation from our vacation. I really love my pillow. One of my projects was a really Big Project, which I will be sharing with you soon.

A moment of ordinary splendor: My little Wild Thing met these beauties.


His favorite animal is the horse, pronounced " 'Ose" as in garden "hose" but without the "h." The "Ose" is the first animal word he said followed by "Detta" which means dog in his baby language. It stands to reason since our dogs' name is Delta.

It is easy to pat such a giant head when you are being held by your big tough twelve year old brother!


He learned to pick grass for these big lovely creatures. (As if they needed help with that)!

But two giant heads coming to sniff you at once is -well it's downright intimidating. Darn tootin'!

But the thing about horses is that they have a sort of magnetic pull. They're mesmerizing. He couldn't resist the siren call.

Hopefully it is the start of a beautiful relationship.

Happy trails to you and yours!