When I was a kid, we kept a horse in this barn, an appaloosa.
I’d go out early in the morning on a winter day to bring her a coffee can of sweetfeed,
a flat of hay, and a red bucket of water that had to be awkwardly lugged from
the tap in our cellar. When I mucked out her stall, I’d fill a wheelbarrow with
manure to toss into the compost pile, a heap that grew so warm that snakes
loved to curl up there on cool spring days.
4 comments:
Looks like it's been through some weather!
Did blogger change the comment format again? Weird.
What a nice memory! I did my first master's thesis ont he free ranging appaloosas. So pretty.
Well, THAT's why you can write and I can't. That picturesque rural east which is indispensable to good literature. ;-)
When was the last time the canoe felt water on its keel?
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