Hi Friends,
Rory shared two blog posts this week. One, is a beautiful video and story of Rory moving his horses in the snowstorm that came through on Monday, and the other, about Indiana learning to read over the years..and how she’s now reading Little Women at 9 years old. We hope you enjoy.
moving horses
“… again. The snow came in Sunday night and with it, the bitter cold. The kind of frigid, biting weather that makes you want to stay in, close to a fire in the woodstove with a good book in your hand. But when you live on a homestead, there’s always work to be done and animals to be fed and taken care of. Some of the work is what you plan on, and some like the walk I took yesterday, wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.
We’ve moved the horses back and forth across the farm a number of times in the last few months. Mainly because we were weaning Liberty, our nine-month-old little Palomino filly who needed to be separated from her mom, Ria for six weeks (you can read my blog about it blog here). That all went well and once they were reunited, they’ve been happy as can be, along with Casper the white pony nearby.
But with the heavy snow we got the night before last, I’ve had to keep a close eye on them to make sure they’re weathering the storm okay. Since we’re still fairly new horse owners, and I still have a good bit to learn, I get a lot of my horse-sense advice from our good friend Dennis Traywick, who grew up raising, breaking, and riding horses back in North Carolina where he’s from. And so when he called yesterday morning and recommended I get them out of the weather and into some stalls, I put my book about farming down and found myself trudging across the farm leading one horse, with the others close behind.
It was miserably cold, and yet, incredibly beautiful at the same time. One of those times and moments in our lives when we’re doing something we didn’t want to do, but are so, so glad we got to do it.
A time, when we think… I almost missed this.
big, little reader
“In the late evenings, we sit in the farmhouse, downstairs by the fire, and read. Quite often, in the early mornings, we do too. It’s just become a part of our days. Of our lives. Especially when the cold weather rolls around. There’s not much of anything better than a good book that shares a great story.
Through the years, Indiana has become quite a little reader. I think she loves it even more than I do, which is saying a lot, especially because there was a time I wasn’t sure if Indy would, or even could, learn how to read. Not that it really mattered. All Joey and I ever wanted for her is to be who she is born to be. To believe that she can do anything sets her mind to and then give her the opportunity to do it.
A couple of days ago, as the snow fell outside the window and we sat in our chairs with books in our hands, she asked if she could read some of her book out loud to me. And so she did…”
