I've been on vacation for a couple of weeks now, and little did I know that visiting my old stomping grounds--hoofing grounds?--would let me make a new friend.
When you have spare land and a neighbour in need, what do you do? What I did--opened up part of the fence, and let their horses on in. They've been struggling with feed lately, thanks to the economy. I'm sure you all understand. They just needed a couple days of grazing, nothing more, and that's something I could provide. So, the floodgates opened and their horses popped out, onto the property.
The owners were so happy. My neighbours, even though I haven't lived on the property full time in awhile, have been good to me throughout the years. This was the least I could do for them. Besides, who needs to cut the grass when you've got horses there? It was a win-win scenario through and through.
But it made me nostalgic. I missed seeing horses on that field, so open and inviting. It made me remember growing up on those same fields, my feet in the stirrups and hair blowing in the wind. I did less riding in the fall, just because of the chill, but those memories are just as important to me. I found myself looking out the window with a smile every morning, drinking tea and remembering.
It was nice, bringing an apple or two out every day. Nostalgic, again. Different horses, same feeling. I left after a couple of weeks, telling my neighbours that if they ever need to let their horses in, to do so at their will. It'd do me some good, and maybe that of the community, to see horses on the property again, just like the old days.
I tried very hard to not make a neighbours joke in the writing of this post.
Photo by Hey Kaye on OfHorse.com!