My world is becoming beautiful with miracles of resurrection and new growth. There are sweet, fresh blossoms popping up everywhere. Red and green leaf buds have formed on tree limbs and are ready to burst open. Daffodils are smiling in the sun, whispering, “It’s Spring!” to everyone who will listen.
I feel like a restless Palomino mare, ready to pounce out of the stables and go for a gallop around the yard. I want to stop at all my favorite trees and bushes, and check out my cherished grassy patches. I want to breathe in that fresh spring air.
I confess I’ve never ridden a horse except in my imagination. It’s not that I don’t like them. It’s just that I have allergies to grasses, hay and particularly to the timothy they love to eat.
My Hubby chuckles every time we reach the fourth hole of our golf course. Out comes the Kleenex and I calmly tell whoever is playing with us that there’s a horse farm nearby. They always look around, trying to find it. I tell them to trust me, I know it’s there; the faucet drips from my nose are testament enough. This continues for three holes and then I’m fine again.
And for those doubters reading this, my Hubby and I did check it out. We drove around the back of the golf course. There hidden behind some fir trees and overgrown bushes was this beautiful horse farm. It lined up perfectly with the fifth hole. Sniff, sniff. Achoo!
Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch February 24th Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a story in 99 words (no more, no less) about galloping. Here is my contribution.
Zenia galloped around the field, the man light as feather on her back. He was brimming with happiness, with his hair blowing in the wind, his back held high. Expertly he spurred her on. Her saddle bell jingled softly.
Heather and Jennie watched from the stables.
“He’s just like a young stallion himself, riding that horse,” Heather said.
“In his heart he is,” replied Jennie. “I can see why Gramps likes coming here.”
Zenia changed direction and headed toward the maple grove in the distance.
“Nooo! Heather! Do something!”
“No worries. Zenia knows he’s blind. He’s safe with her.”