Frosted Valley of Horses

The morning sun blinded me and the camera,

but I couldn't resist taking pictures anyway.

The air was cold enough that a fog rose from the frost.

I think they knew I had treats!

The beauty of this valley is timeless, probably not much different than hundreds of years ago.  The fog rose above the fresh spring water because the air was crisp and cooler. 

On a beautiful day like this, I can almost see the Native Americans, tending their fires, and going about their daily lives, with mountains protecting them on three sides.  The springs quench their thirst and the fish feed them.  The other game is drawn to the valley as the winter winds grow stronger and the snow deepens.  All they could want or need, right here. 

Our family has tried to preserve the naturalness of the valley.  We respect the land, and it continually gives to us...the very same gifts that have been given for hundreds, nay, thousands of years.

Sunday Morning With Horses...

After working so hard on the porch yesterday and cutting quilt blocks into the night along with all the other stuff that must be done, I decided to treat myself to some horse heaven this morning.  I did not know Marcy was spying on me (all pictures with me are Marcy's, the others are mine).  I combed manes and did some fly wipe...it was even too hot for that.  No halters were needed.  They soaked up the attention and so did I.  There is just something about a horse, I think, that is good for the soul.

Ki-Anne wanted to herd but I told her no, several times, before she listened.  There are no bad dogs, only bad trainers so I have a way to go.

The manes are a little scraggly since they graze in brambles and briars...our bush hog was broken for a while and hubby still hasn't completed all the bush hogging.

Arrow, sporting his untangled combed mane

Magic wondering when his turn would come.

and now happy with his new do.

The same place always gets tangled on Charme

I like to think Charme was bowing to the hair dresser but, sadly, she was only checking her leg.  It is hard to take pictures when they are all so close. I felt safe and surrounded by their love...and only in flip flops...again.

Would you say they are relaxed?

I even got some grooming of my own!

The perfect way to spend a morning.