I only have myself to blame really, and I only have myself to apologize to since noone even knows this blog exists. For now. I'd really like to start committing so I can get some content under my belt and share this city country experience with those who would like to listen. I wonder if it will work this time.
It's not as if I am at a loss for words, or that I lack content. This weekend is perfect fodder for an unordinary post. Up there is Whiskey on the left and Doc on the right. These two pulled a cart for four hours yesterday afternoon at Moreau Lake State Park's Nature Fest. Whiskey weighs 2040lbs, and I think Doc weighs around 2200. Big boys. I learned so many things about horses and driving and farming from sitting up in the front with George for a couple of hours. For instance...these two guys only eat organic bread from Rockhill bakery...no grain!
Doc and Whiskey are real deal work horses. With George, they disk and plow and harrow the land up around here...and they can cover about an acre in a day. They play too. In one poignant story, George told me about camping in Merck forest with Doc. How the horse didn't want to stop until he reached his destination. George knelt and cooled his companion's feet in a clear mountain stream after he completed the long steady climb for them both. You could just hear the love. George spoke of his prime rib picnic scheduled for today and how diners overcook eggs. He exuded a genuine respect for his land, for farming, for his neighbors, his family, and for his working partners that was something to admire. I guess what I loved about George is that he wasn't pushy or preachy. He's been doing this all his life and he knows what works for people, animals and land. It's best we pay attention to people like George I think. In between the clopping of hooves and the gentle fall breeze, there are lessons to be learned.