I sat down last weekend and made my Christmas lists. Christmas shopping. Christmas goals. Taking some inspiration from a blogger I follow--Karen at The Art of Doing Stuff--I decided
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8:15: Coffee It's after 8:00; I'm still in bed, under covers, and I've only REALLY been awake for about 15 minutes. Over and over, I have to explain this. I don't do early mornings unless I
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"Oooph...Her teeth are a mess." Doc shone her headlight into Violetta's jaw and gestured for me to take a look. Pronounced under-bite aside, she had jagged edges, uneven wear, and several
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It's been one of "those" days. You know the ones... It's the sort of day that feels a bit like three. Nothing goes catastrophically wrong, but things don't go quite right either. Minor
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There needs to be a setting on my Fitbit for "walking through the snow in coveralls." Regular steps seem wholly inadequate for the trudge that takes me between the house and the barns each morning
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I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
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I forgot to step tall over the hot wire. I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the
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Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora
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"So...There's this horse..." I was lying on my bed in the middle of the afternoon-a weekend in early May of 2016-feeling extraordinarily lazy, and watching my ceiling fan spin circles above
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I spent the other morning holding the lead line of my largest horse, an off the track thoroughbred named Vinny, while our vet quietly sedated him and stitched a gaping dermal laceration on his