Summertime and the Livin' is Easy!

Cole Porter wrote the lyrics to a song that I love and often sing in the summer:

Summertime
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine.
Oh, your Daddy's rich, and your Ma is good lookin',
So, hush little baby, don't you cry.

There's a real lazy feel to the song, and it describes perfectly life for Abby and the herd at the barn right now.

 It may be the end of July, but the pastures are lush and the horses are happy.

I wondered if Abby would come up when I called her. While I was out of town, my daughter, Lisa, checked on her, and Abby was too busy grazing to come up for a visit and treats.

Is that a contented face or what?

But, as soon as she heard my call, Abby's head popped up and she ambled over, munching as she meandered. (Good thing she came when I used my voice; usually I also whistle, but I'd just had a cavity filled and my lips were so numb, I couldn't get a sound out!)

Once in a while, when life is clearly good for Abby, I think back on her abuse and what she endured before she was rescued. This girl deserves all the "summertimes" that are possible.