Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
Last fall, I was riding in Steep Rock Land Preserve and I came across a lovely hiker on one of the trails. She asked me if I would mind if she took a photo of Mark and me, and I said, “Mind? We’d love it!” We’re not shy, Mark and I, and never tire of photos taken of us together. I asked her if she’d email me the photos and we exchanged information and learned that we both live in the same town, both have horses and both have kids who attended the same college. Later she emailed me the photo and I believe I posted it here, but will have to go back and look. But why bother, because today, Carol Johnson sent me a photo of an oil painting that she made from the photo.
Today it was very warm, finally. It was in the seventies and sunny with a mild breeze. It has been such a long hard winter that everybody I saw today said stuff like, “Can you believe this weather? Can you BELIEVE it?” as if it was a miracle or might be a dream.
I just spoke to Terry, the owner of Abby the mare who was rescued by the Washington, CT Fire Department yesterday and she reported that Abby is doing very well today. Terry has been hand-walking her (leading her) around the yard, but mostly she’s been in her barn, resting. Terry gave me permission to post these photos of the mare’s rescue and extends her thanks to all the volunteers on the scene.
This is how the mare looked when I arrived:
My horses are nice
They really are neat
Now their buckets are ice
Snow covers their feet.
I wish they would leave
For a nice winter stay
Perhaps in Belize
Or even Bombay.
Why must they have thirst,
Such endless desire?
The barn pipes have burst
The hay truck lacks tires.
I must haul the water
from house up to horse.
It sloshes and spills,
But there’s no other course.
Their meat is worth something,
I curse, as I stride,
The water has now splashed
All over my side.
Copyright © 2013 Ann Leary