tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post102508265945127262..comments2024-03-28T19:03:24.043+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: Very quicklyTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-75234999766180415922012-03-22T17:45:38.177+00:002012-03-22T17:45:38.177+00:00Oh what fun! I grew up behind a riding stable, wi...Oh what fun! I grew up behind a riding stable, with a wood, fields and lots of bridle paths. I spent all of my spare time with the horses even though none of them were mine. I did get to ride them from time to time and I liked to do my homework sitting on hay in the box stalls. Dogs and horses. Such great companions.Catherinenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-42259936277066065572012-03-22T16:04:42.072+00:002012-03-22T16:04:42.072+00:00You sound so very happy. ENJOY!You sound so very happy. ENJOY!louisekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05751320604349729594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-46614582745726461132012-03-22T12:19:29.774+00:002012-03-22T12:19:29.774+00:00I can hear the bells from Scotland
Though I dwell ...I can hear the bells from Scotland<br />Though I dwell across the sea<br />I can hear the bells from Scotland<br />Do they ring for me, for me?<br /><br />Your heart is like a bell, my dear<br />It sings when you are there<br />I see you riding through the glen<br />With sunlight on your hair.<br /><br />I can hear your heart from Scotland<br />Though I dwell across the sea<br />I can hear your heart from Scotland<br />Does it beat for me, for me?Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-72125074142691191622012-03-22T11:32:06.218+00:002012-03-22T11:32:06.218+00:00Oh, PLEASE!
This is a clear case of HORSE LOVE (co...Oh, PLEASE!<br />This is a clear case of HORSE LOVE (complicated -- or, should I say augmented by the beginning of Spring). Enjoy! Enjoy!<br />The blog & readers will be here....Pat (in Belgium)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02367089351412953926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-33778746588489979792012-03-22T09:54:47.456+00:002012-03-22T09:54:47.456+00:00I am v excited about Red and I look forward to the...I am v excited about Red and I look forward to the pics. MCD Jr also v excited when he saw your pics: his latest word (and I'm not sure i can phonetically type this) is in fact 'ourse' in the manner of a slightly drunken Devon yokel, so he finds your pics terribly pleasing too xJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14002322976940013176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-70112142301722176832012-03-22T07:31:13.195+00:002012-03-22T07:31:13.195+00:00Joanne - how kind you are. The Pidge did come for ...Joanne - how kind you are. The Pidge did come for a bit, but we are going out into the wide glen now, so the old lady dozes on her sheepskin rug in the car.<br /><br />Lillyanne - YES!<br /><br />Robyn - incredibly lovely comment; thank you.<br /><br />Anon - such a very kind thing to say. I could not recommend your riding plan more. First of all, it's the best exercise I know. Second of all, you get this marvellous communion with another animal, with strange thought processes and instincts. That did not interest me at all when I was young; I took all that for granted, because they were the creatures I had been surrounded with since I was born. Now, after a thirty year gap, I find it quite the most fascinating thing. If you can find a good horse and a good teacher, you will be galloping through the glen in no time.Tania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-35219441550401296032012-03-22T07:11:42.961+00:002012-03-22T07:11:42.961+00:00I read your blog as it is like finding a person in...I read your blog as it is like finding a person in the world who makes sense when all around is nonsensical. I so know what you mean about being a dog person, I was never a dog person. I still don't think I am but I have two of my own and love them. I have had this strange notion for a while about taking riding lessons but I thought I was perhaps too old. Your writing has inspired me. I am going to do it. Please continue writing about Red as I already love her too via your words. Long may your heart sing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-23107119776980702202012-03-21T22:10:34.617+00:002012-03-21T22:10:34.617+00:00No apologies necessary! You deserve all of the hap...No apologies necessary! You deserve all of the happiness that your heart can hold - and thank you for the lovely visual. Somehow my mind added the happier bits of the song "Wildfire" too...<br /><br />It's wonderful to hear this happiness in your words, too.<br /><br />robynAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-82173028573011820112012-03-21T18:26:57.869+00:002012-03-21T18:26:57.869+00:00So your heart is like a singing bird?So your heart is like a singing bird?lillyannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12752638206153634574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-28617295304825725982012-03-21T18:05:37.394+00:002012-03-21T18:05:37.394+00:00Do what you love. Does the Pigeon lope along, or ...Do what you love. Does the Pigeon lope along, or is it too far.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.com