Hi John – nothing is forgotten, many moments relived so that I am cheeky enough to change the ‘snoring’ in your poem to ‘snorting’ as a response to the immediacy of horse sense. Otherwise, I hate to see you and others mowing grass that is dying to be enhanced by the chewing equine motion that would recycle it and make it eternal.
But the day will come … and you preparation will make all the difference.
Thanks so much, Ian. Cyndie is suffering the prolonged waiting we are enduring, and has posted a mural she made about the vision toward having horses. It is on the mantel over the fireplace. We have so much lush green grass here now, the horses are going to be thrilled to have it, and I will be thrilled when we don’t need to mow it!
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Hi John – nothing is forgotten, many moments relived so that I am cheeky enough to change the ‘snoring’ in your poem to ‘snorting’ as a response to the immediacy of horse sense. Otherwise, I hate to see you and others mowing grass that is dying to be enhanced by the chewing equine motion that would recycle it and make it eternal.
But the day will come … and you preparation will make all the difference.
Love you guys
Ian
Ian Rowcliffe
June 2, 2013 at 8:26 am
Thanks so much, Ian. Cyndie is suffering the prolonged waiting we are enduring, and has posted a mural she made about the vision toward having horses. It is on the mantel over the fireplace. We have so much lush green grass here now, the horses are going to be thrilled to have it, and I will be thrilled when we don’t need to mow it!
johnwhays
June 3, 2013 at 11:26 am