Guess I will be like other readers & say this is STILL one of my very favorite chapters ! "I am willing to be uncomfortable" goes to a whole new level in this story.
It has been cold here in northern MD. My horse lives on a farm that is a blessed community of horsewomen. Presently, the owner has amazing workers who are beloved by our community. They take care of the horses as if they were theirs. I was a bit trapped in my house for 3 days about 3 miles from the barn, yet the workers texted me, unsolicited, to say they were giving my horse her supplements and meds. Another worker called me to say she was loaning and putting a warmer blanket on my horse. These beautiful people will get homemade beef stew when I get back to the barn.
I loved listening to your podcast this morning. Reading your blog and listening makes me appreciate and understand that my community is just a piece of a larger world of women making the world a better place with and through horses. Thank you!
Oh I love to hear this. I boarded horses here and still have one. I have spent nights walking them, caring as if they were mine. I was given a massage coupon once, and boy was it great! Special acknowledgment means so much. Thanks Leslie.
I can’t imagine but thanks for trying to get me to. I read this years ago and it haunts me. Where was the wood stove? I know it was a new venture. You survived . I would have died. Amazing. I have lived in a tipi in eastern Washington in their winters of below 20 degrees. Now I live in California the place where I was born. How adventurous and sturdy you must be.
Thanks, Paula... but it isn't like there was a choice. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota, I'd just gotten soft. And winters in a tipi don't sound all that comfortable either.
Guess I will be like other readers & say this is STILL one of my very favorite chapters ! "I am willing to be uncomfortable" goes to a whole new level in this story.
Thanks Sarah. I don't remember agreeing, but you know. We're horsewomen.
It has been cold here in northern MD. My horse lives on a farm that is a blessed community of horsewomen. Presently, the owner has amazing workers who are beloved by our community. They take care of the horses as if they were theirs. I was a bit trapped in my house for 3 days about 3 miles from the barn, yet the workers texted me, unsolicited, to say they were giving my horse her supplements and meds. Another worker called me to say she was loaning and putting a warmer blanket on my horse. These beautiful people will get homemade beef stew when I get back to the barn.
I loved listening to your podcast this morning. Reading your blog and listening makes me appreciate and understand that my community is just a piece of a larger world of women making the world a better place with and through horses. Thank you!
Oh I love to hear this. I boarded horses here and still have one. I have spent nights walking them, caring as if they were mine. I was given a massage coupon once, and boy was it great! Special acknowledgment means so much. Thanks Leslie.
I can’t imagine but thanks for trying to get me to. I read this years ago and it haunts me. Where was the wood stove? I know it was a new venture. You survived . I would have died. Amazing. I have lived in a tipi in eastern Washington in their winters of below 20 degrees. Now I live in California the place where I was born. How adventurous and sturdy you must be.
Thanks, Paula... but it isn't like there was a choice. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota, I'd just gotten soft. And winters in a tipi don't sound all that comfortable either.