If you’ve been along with me on this AgWalk, you may have come to believe I spent most of my early childhood years riding in tractors and checking the cows with my dad. Truth be told, I did do a lot of that but I also spent a large amount of time in the hay loft of an old barn with a pen and paper writing some of my first poems. I was about 8 at the time and that may have just been the beginning to my career.

I’d oftentimes write about horses. I dreamed of horses. I desired horses. I adored horses. I wanted a horse!

Dad, on the other hand, didn’t do any of those things. He’s actually quite fearful of them. So growing up, I was never able to have a horse, despite my numerous requests (about once a day).

Just last weekend, we got these two new lawnmowers. They’re certainly not green but they’re definitely beautiful, and they are keeping the weeds and grass down in the other acre and a half of our front yard.

Call it repressed childhood … or whatever … but I like horses and we wanted our son to grow up with animals. Why go to all that hassle when we already have Black Kitty you ask? I’m just not a dog person, and our son can’t show Black Kitty in 4-H!

We spent the better part of a weekend putting fence up before these gals arrived (I’ll write more about the joys of putting up fence) and so far, Thelma and Louise are enjoying their new surroundings.

I even got back in the saddle on “my” horse, Thelma. Maybe we should’ve picked easier names because when our son says Thelma it sounds like “welma”.

Until we walk again …