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Green

 

This is the gift shop at Washington Oaks, near St. Augustine, in Florida.  My husband, Philip, and I love to go to this location where there are gardens and ponds, orange trees and roses.  I love the ferns, the palms, the live oaks.

One of the greatest gifts to me over the years was the second-hand bicycle my parents surprised me with one Christmas.  I was about nine.  I so longed for a bike but knew my parents couldn’t afford one.  To this day, I don’t know how they scraped up the money.  And kept the bike hidden.  It was a red one.  Ah–the freedom it gave me to ramble about the neighborhood, often cycling to the local parks, and for quite a while trekking into Catford where I mucked out stalls at a local riding establishment.  When you love something, even shit doesn’t stop you.  Rather, it smells good–at least horse poop always smelled good to me and still does!  I have and always will adore horses.

Which reminds me of another gift. 

When I bought my first horse, I was in my thirties, and the horse wasn’t much younger.  A neighbor had recently moved onto a nearby lot and put up a horse barn. He was a horse dealer.  For a while he let me keep Sugar in his barn, but she pined to be outside.  This beautiful creature had recently been on a farm with her companion mare, another even more ancient horse.  I dared not ask what happened to the other mare.  So here Sugar was stuck in a stall with strangers and nowhere to stretch her legs.

Friends who ran a nearby Christian camp allowed me to put her into a fenced-in field.  Alas, she cut her legs badly on barbed wire.  Poor girl.  I was desperate to help this lovely animal.  My husband, Martin, now my ex, who’d not approved of my purchase gave me a wonderful gift.  He fenced in a few acres of our property for her.  And had a barn put up.

I still remember Sugar galloping all around–but she was so lonely, she whinnied and cried for her friend, turning my heart to mush.

So another gift came my way in the form of Baby Doll, a neighboring dairy farmer’s daughter’s horse.  Baby lived with cows.  Ask and you shall receive.  The farmers were happy for Baby to come and live at my house in my barn. 

Sugar and Baby Doll became the best of friends–inseparable.

One of my fondest memories of them–something I always remember when I hear verse two from psalm 23–is watching my mares lying side by side in the spring, snatching mouthfuls of fresh green grass.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
                        (psalm 23: 2, King James)

Always this memory of this green gift of spring, sun, scripture and horses brings me peace.

Reflect about gifts you have received and how they changed your life, what they led to…what they taught you…

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Misty the London Pony is a free download of an illustrated children’s story based on my days mucking out stalls, and yes there really was a pony called Misty.

http://www.christinastclair.com/misty_the_london_pony

You can purchase Champion, another horse story set in Grayson, Ky, about a girl and her dream horse: http://www.christinastclair.com/champion.

Arabian Appaloosa Horses

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This Arabian horse is a chestnut with a blaze.  He reminds me of my AraAppaloosa, Rocket, who was also a chestnut with a white blaze on his nose. Rocket was 75 percent Arab and 25 percent Appy.  He was full of high spirits, but very gentle and intelligent.

AraAppaloosas are known to be marvelous endurance horses. 

Although I never took the Rock on an endurance ride, he eventually became an endurance horse for the boy who bought him after my divorce.  It was very painful letting him go. I’d raised him since he was a yearling and trained him myself. I considered giving him away, but decided whoever got him needed to pay in order to cherish him.  The boy had a thousand dollars in cash, down to crumpled one dollar bills he must have faithfully saved.  I was happy for Rocket because he went to live on a farm with many other horses.

Buy my books!

FREE: Misty, the London Pony,  is based on a true story. An illustrated children’s story is available as a free PDF download.

 

  

Champion, the Dream Horse, about Mara Sue, who lives in Kentucky, is poor, but determined to own the horse of her dreams.

Kindle edition: $2.99  

Emily’s Shadow (www.bloodmoonpublishing.com): supernatural fantasy set in Cornwall, where Merlin made magic.

  Kindle edition:   $4.79

  

Unexpected Journey (www.roguephoenixpress.com): historical coming of age novel about a shaman, a rich girl and a street girl who end up in colonial Philadelphia.

Kindle edition: $5.99

Horses, Big and Small

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When I was a girl, I yearned for horses, big or small, bay or chestnut, dapple gray or pink. Eventually I owned three, Baby Doll, Sugar, and Rocket. I’ll post more about them later.

 

Buy my books!

FREE: Misty, the London Pony,  is based on a true story. An illustrated children’s story is available as a free PDF download.

 

  

Champion, the Dream Horse, about Mara Sue, who lives in Kentucky, is poor, but determined to own the horse of her dreams.

Kindle edition: $2.99  

Emily’s Shadow (www.bloodmoonpublishing.com): supernatural fantasy set in Cornwall, where Merlin made magic.

  Kindle edition:   $4.79

  

Unexpected Journey (www.roguephoenixpress.com): historical coming of age novel about a shaman, a rich girl and a street girl who end up in colonial Philadelphia.

Kindle edition: $5.99