I don't buy many clothes these days. It's usually an annual event to replace jeans, boots and tennis shoes. I pick up t-shirts whenever I see something I like. I live in comfort, dressed and ready for the life I love.
Yet as much as I love the cabin, something in "me" is missing. Like a ticking clock, the longer I'm gone the bigger the hole gets. The emptiness fills me, causing me to return to lower elevations.
Our lives changed when we moved out to the country. We didn't go to the cabin as often and the horses remained at home. Now that we've returned to our home away from home, I want to also return to the days having our horses with us.
Hank and I walked down to the old corral to check it out.
The next day, with Hank exploring around me, I got all the insulators up and drug downed limbs and branches into piles. One more day of pulling and trimming brush along the fence line and I think we'll be able to hang the hot wire. After that it won't be long before horses once again graze in the corral.
It felt good to work on something that was horse related. At the end of the day both Hank and I were tired but pleased. We returned to the cabin, fixed dinner and settled down for the evening.