The gang comes running.
It has been quite a while since I had a visit with the horses, so this afternoon that was remedied by a walk down the road. Poor little balding Chloe Doodle the Dumpling Dog did not know what to think of these great beasts and stood behind me, barking and growling. The horses just stood at the fence and looked at her, obviously underwhelmed by her fledgling guard-dog instincts.
It is gorgeous out there, with a warm wind carrying the scent of spring. A hem. It doesn't hurt to dream.
