Peripatetic philomaths…focusing on what's really important, eating ethically and cleanly, fermenting, foraging/wildcrafting, practicing herbalism, and being responsible stewards of our land. Sharing our photos, musings, and learnings. Still seeking our tribe.
I doodled this bust of a horse on my whiteboard a while ago, inspired by a new friend I “met” virtually. It’s a bit cartoon-y, but I’m glad that it at least resembles a horse. Perhaps it can serve as a baseline against which future drawings may be compared – with future efforts (hopefully) demonstrating improvement!
I used to draw horses all the time as a youth, nursing fantasies of getting my own horse. I devoured novels about horses, learned about breeds and colors, and was firmly convinced that I would have my own horse (Arabians were my favorite). And maybe, someday, I will.
I’ve lived in homes in two different states where when I first moved in, I had views of a verdant pasture with beautiful horses. At each, however, the horses disappeared within a couple of years, the properties sold for “development”. Sad, the price of development; sadder still is what happens to the properties that were once so green and humming with life.
Though they weren’t mine and I never actually met them, I miss seeing the horses. I remember the mare that used to live in the former pasture above, running with her white mane flying. I think her name was “Ellie” – a name shared by my Muscovy drake, and when I’d call for him, she’d come galloping. Itmust have been a bit confusing to her – why was I always calling her name? She may not be there anymore, but she gallops still in my mind’s eye.
As green spaces are eaten up by “development”, I wonder where all the wild creatures that used to call those places home will go. Where can they go?