Nights like these…

As I venture out into the darkness for night feed.  I’m wrapped in moonbeams from a near full moon.  The night is quiet and peaceful… it envelops me and I smile.  The horses in the close field are glad to see me and happy for the grain.

Levi is ready to walk with me.  We head out to the big field.  He is eager and well behaved.  Once I’m to the familiar path I turn off the flashlight and let the moonlight shine my way.

It is silent.  I wonder how many people miss these magical moments.

The field horses aren’t close.  I shake the bucket… and whistle… and wait… silence.  In the far distance I hear the owl.  Whooo… Whooo.. Whooo…  I smile as I think of my son’s face lighting up when he here the owl and his charming owl sounds.

Several whistles later… I hear hoofbeats… first one horse then another.

Finally, I hear four galloping up the hill.  Listening to their hooves… their breathing… it reminds me that the Preakness is Saturday evening.

I wonder which of mine will win the feeding race.  Willow wins, but has slowed to a walk at the finish.  Poor fat out of shape Willow Bear.  I sympathize with her.

Next is tall noble Remi.  He is very handsome in the moonlight.  His chestnut coat shines and his whites gleam.

Wilson comes in third and looks for a feeding spot.  He looks so regal and almost baroque in the moonlight.  Definite the most baroque of any Standardbred/ Thoroughbred/Arabians I’ve seen… umm… the one that I’ve seen.  With his upright stature he looks classy and cultured.  Different that the mud coated beast of this morning.  Like the others he shines in the moonlight.

One last set of hoofbeats… galloping… galloping… galloping…

Then she appears- little Lu Lu.  Her diminutive size always keeps her in the rear, but her personality and beauty brings her to the forefront.  He blue eyes are striking and her tiny ears and chiseled face are exquisite!  Little does she know what dreams she holds for me.

The field of four will never make it to a Preakness… but they’re priceless in my heart.

As we leave them to finish their grain and return to their grazing, Levi and I both want the same.  We want to explore the paths lit by the moonbeams.  To venture away… to explore.  But… responsibility reins me in.  Kiddo is sleeping.  What if he wakes?  I know better than to venture to far from the house…

Amber has came down to the corner of her field and beckons to us.  No doubt she came in hopes of getting the last bit of grain, but I ignore that.  No sound from the house, so we take a quick visit down to see her.  Her light buckskin coat is almost the same shade as the moonbeams.  She almost seems to glow.  She settles for a pet since the grain is gone.

Then Levi and I head to the house… and we say goodnight to the moon beams… the owl… and the satisfied horses.  I bid adieu to my little slice of Heaven and prepare to head off to bed.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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