Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?







last few 


this has become one of my go-to places when I walk
it’s an equestrian center not far from my home
acres of pasture land that sits up on a hill
surrounded by apple orchards
wandering around here I always feel like I’m
in the countryside somewhere in Ireland
or on the Moors of England
especially on a foggy day such as this one was
It’s also a place where I return to my childhood
we had horses growing up
my best friend and I spent many a Saturday venturing out
on all-day trail rides
back when there were woods and fields to run free
back before the housing developments, schools and strip malls
took over
way back when

17 thoughts on “pastoral

  1. Kate

    You know what? I still get a thrill when I see a horse (s) out running in the fields. Totally brings out the little kid in me: “Oh look! They’re running!” My childhood dream was to grow up and be a jockey and ride in the Kentucky Derby. But then I hit my growth spurt and changed my goal to being a NYC public librarian. ; ) I love that photo about halfway down of the black and white horse with the green saddle blanket on him.

    1. soonie2 Post author

      I still love horses. I haven’t ridden since I was in my 20’s but I’m actually thinking of taking a few lessons at this equestrian center this summer. Just worried I won’t be able to lift my foot high enough to put it in the stirrup to get on the horse in the first place!

  2. Jo Ann

    I love the pictures of horses. Horses were a bib part of my life for many, many years. Unfortunately, I have a bad back now from so many earlier falls (hunting and jumping) and had to give up riding. But I still love everything about them!

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