Let’s say you’re a middle sort of rider. You aren’t a rank beginner; you’re comfortable in the saddle but it isn’t always pretty. Either you’ve been in lessons a couple of years or you’ve ridden all your life, more or less like you do now.…
I’ve been getting the stink eye from Preacher Man.
It happens. He’s a member of the Long and Low Club, and while charging through the yard, herding the indifferent ducks from outside their fence, he’s bound to kick up some debris. It’s important work; he’s moved around some in…
ContinueAdded by Anna Blake on December 25, 2015 at 9:00am — No Comments
Were you born in a barn? Not me, but I wish. I lived in the tiny asphalt-shingle house just south of the barn.
The barn was huge and white, with doors that rolled open wide enough that even the big tractor passed through with room to spare. There were two tall silos on the east side,…
ContinueAdded by Anna Blake on December 18, 2015 at 9:00am — 2 Comments
Let’s say you’re a middle sort of rider. You aren’t a rank beginner; you’re comfortable in the saddle but it isn’t always pretty. Either you’ve been in lessons a couple of years or you’ve ridden all your life, more or less like you do now.…
Added by Anna Blake on December 11, 2015 at 9:00am — No Comments
My parents grew up in the Great Depression and were frugal; we kept things “for good.” It was the first Easter after we lost our farm and we’d moved across four states and settled in a tract house, trying to pass for suburbanites. I was…
Added by Anna Blake on December 4, 2015 at 9:30am — No Comments
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