A Short Barn Visit

First Post of the Day

I went to the barn yesterday. 

Twice. 

During the morning, Pepper and I had been reading with kids at Lisa's school. That school is just down the road from the barn, so when we finished, I took a deep breath and decided I would go visit the horses.

That's hard for me and has been ever since Abby died. I cry as I drive there, I cry while I am there, and I cry as I drive home. I love that place so much, but now there is so much grief associated with it that I avoid going out.

Still, I love Sultana and Hokey, and would like to get to know Eazy better, so Pepper and I headed over.

Tim has made a lot of progress on the burn site.

He's preserved the old farmhouse trees for shade for the horses.

I looked at those trees and felt a big wash of grief. These trees by the farmhouse, the trees surrounding the pasture, the woods to the west - all were mature and tall.  And they were plentiful - hundreds and hundreds of big trees.

Why couldn't one of those trees have been struck by lightning? Why instead did it hit the small tree Abby and Two Socks were sheltering under? One of, if not the smallest of the trees on the property?

It was hot and it was humid, so I got back in the car and decided I'd drive around to the new barn and see if the horses were there.

But they weren't. In fact, I couldn't see them anywhere. I suspected they were staying cool in the old barn, but I wasn't up to walking out to it, especially with Pepper in tow. 

Sighing and wiping away a few tears, I decided to head home. I had another errand to run later in the afternoon; maybe I'd go out again then and see if I could have some much needed horsey time.

Stay 'tooned.