Sunday, September 19, 2010
I found the sheep grazing on the rise in the distant pasture. Stopping my horse, I rested my hand on the saddle horn, and was transported back to childhood when I dreamt of cows and lassos, red bandanas and spotted ponies. Smiling, I gazed at the flock of sheep nibbling on alfafa and grass and paying little attention to the horse and rider. Picking up the reins, I nudged Lily toward them. As we walked among the sheep, I heard the lowing of cattle and stomping of hooves.