Sunday, January 6, 2013

Snapshots & Memories

A beautiful brisk day in the southern Piedmont of North Carolina yesterday - I got out of the house in the early afternoon and enjoyed some barn chores. Sometimes spending time with the animals is the most therapeutic form there is for a grieving heart.

Just over a week ago, just two days after Christmas, we laid to rest my childhood pony mare April. She was 38 years old. She had been in the family for 31 years.

April

Egg Count: 13

Hattie supervises feeding time

Roll in the mud much?

Gaston, the Rhode Island Red Rooster

Mr. Bunny
Sam Speaks
A lady to the end. 

2 comments:

Uwharrie Heirlooms said...

You are such a good writer. Thanks for sharing.

farmhousewife said...

Thanks, Hugh, I appreciate your kind words.