I have been down with some flu-like illness and have been in bed nearly the entire day. It was raining a bit this afternoon and I really was not feeling up to feeding up and checking on everyone.
When I got to the horse lot Phil was working on fence work and Ruthann was putting her horse, Medicine Dog, back with the mares in pasture number one. Two months ago Ruthann had no horse nor did Phil's family. Now both of his kids have horses and his entire family rides with us. Ruthann drives over from across the river to ride in the morning and then sometimes comes back for night rides. Rebecca lives over an hour away, last night she drove over to ride her beautiful young mustang for nearly two hours around the fields and through the woods on one of our better night rides yet. Norm lives even further away yet he made the long trek for a Sunday ride and then was back for a Monday night ride on a fiery ex polo mustang named Riggs.
The bitterest piece of hate mail that our program has ever received demanded that I "quit breeding worthless crap that has no marketable value." She has no knowledge of what we breed, but most importantly she has no knowledge of what we sell.
Our program changes lives--both of horses and of people. That is what we sell. And we do so at a generous price.
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I think there should be a "like" button on your blog posts: I would have hit it about five times for this post. :)
You just can't buy joy.
-E.
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