I made my way out to the barn on Sunday. The weather had warmed up a bit and I wanted to check on the boys. When I got there they were turned out into their pasture and were grazing side by side. They paid no attention to me whatsoever until I made my way into the pasture with some horse cookies. It was then they decided I was their long lost benefactor.
As they ambled across the pasture toward me I was struck by just how beautiful they both are. Even in they're dirty blankets, even with their manes in a tangle and shavings clinging to their tails. They are both pretty fuzzy. I think Bay may even be fuzzier than he has ever been. His tail is longer than I've ever see it. It's past his hocks now. Boo's tail has grown too. It wasn't but a couple of months ago that I had banged it just above his fetlocks. Now it's dragging on the ground again. Looks like I will need to go out and wash it and bang it again on the first available 50 degree day.
I haven't been feeling well lately, but today for that few hours spent with my horses, I forgot about everything but how much I love being with them. I have heard it said that people who have something that speaks to their soul, no matter what it is, will become so engrossed in it that they will lose time when doing it. That is exactly what happens to me when I am with the horses. Time slows down and eventually I lose track of it altogether. I know I am not alone in this. I know that almost everyone who will read this blog post knows exactly what I am talking about. Aren't we lucky to have that? I know I'm grateful for every single moment.