We have horses and ponies and a mule up here on the farm. We’ve loved riding and driving carts this fall. My cousin Mary Margaret and I road over a winter (low water) land bridge to an island that shelters our farm from the main channel. It was the end of the day and Mary Margaret wanted to run, but Duke wasn’t cooperating and I am a little shy from a fall I took the other day.
Today I’m watching the water cover most of the island and lap over the dock as well, from all the rain we’ve had. Peter kayaked yesterday and hopes to go out again tomorrow.
