A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Monday, January 10, 2011

Somethings are better bitter...

You know when you are expecting everything to be perfect, and WHAM... it hits you and it sucks?  And its bitter, and terrible... like when your horse comes up lame, and you have to spend tons of time wondering what the heck is wrong, and soaking his hoof, and worrying... and then on top of everything he eats plastic so you are on poop patrol... you know??

Well...

I have decided that some things are just better that way.  Better bitter.  And this is why:
I went to feed my boy last night, and besides the freezing cold, and the stupd duct tape boot he has on, I was really looking forward to just seeing him and his big kind eyes.  I opened the stall door, and he swung his head around and just plopped it into my chest.  I just held on to his big head and scratched his ears and loved him up... yeah, it sucks that he is on stall rest, and he can't go outside to play, but he has gotten really very sweet... so the bitter is better, it kind of turns sweet.
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