Getting into his golden years, he's my old-pair-of-jeans horse. Comfortable and familiar. I get a lump in my throat every time as I never, ever want our excursions to end. Every ride is a gift.
The last two days have been in gift. The Lupine is in full bloom...early this year...and whip-poor-wills call all night. I know it's time to get up when they stop.
Wisconsinites would be lost without the change of seasons. Even though we complain about cold weather, it makes the perfect spring days that much more perfect.