35 and sunny at 35538.
Barn chores. Beautiful this morning. Crisp but tolerable. No wind. Snow still covering the ground, making it easy for horses to move around the fields. Light, dry snow, hope it stays for a while.
I waited for Blue to come to his feed tub, stood there looking for him for a few seconds and then realized, remembered, he’s gone. Sundays won’t be the same. Part of the furniture around here. Like an old painting falling off the wall.
Time marches on. Slowly. Steadily
Annie erased his name from the feed chart on the dry-erase board. The Cosequin jar has slid to the back of the shelf. The duct tape name on the feed buckets stripped away. The blue Rambo has been folded and stowed in the tack room. Two halters hang on hooks by the front gate. Two old bay geldings greet me in the morning. The white gelding is gone, the Oreo has lost its filling.
I miss this view, this trio.
