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.








Thursday, March 10, 2011

Back at the barn - On crutches

Its 9 days post op.  My knee hurts like a b...  and I went to the barn last night to see my boy.  He was real excited to see me.  At first he was afraid of my crutches and was smelling my knee for a long time.  He would smell, then look around for the big bad wolf that crippled me.  Then he got friendly and stated nibbling my watch band, grabbing it first with his lips, then with his teeth ever so lightly, and pulling back really slow... I was laughing so hard I couldn't even be mad at him!  He put his head into my chest and hugged for a long time.  Poor baby, I bet he is bored out of his mind!  Too bad it will be 6 months without ridng him!  I hope I don't snap and go stir crazy by then!  And we will have to start all over probably, with the whole kick - buck - refuse at the trot again.  *sigh*  :( 
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