A good feeling

As Jilda and I drank our coffee this morning, the sun peeked through the canopy and cast a golden light on the citrus trees just outside our great room windows.  Jilda was telling me about something a story she'd read in the New York Times when I saw something just outside our window. 

It was a grey horse as big as a Buick. He stopped for a moment and looked in at us as if he were making his rounds. I said holy sh********!!! Jilda looked around and saw the horse, who was only a few feet away. The dogs saw him and began ricocheting off the glass. 

He ambled on. Behind him were two more horses who stopped to sip water from our birdbath before following the grey horse down toward the mailbox.

We only have one neighbor who has horses, and I knew they were hers. I called her granddad. It was 6:15 a.m., and I'm sure I woke him up, but a few moments later, he'd rounded up his grandaughter and some other folks to help herd the horses back into their pasture.

I could kick myself for not shoot a picture of them standing in the yard, but that didn't happen. 

After coffee, we had a list of yard chores. We planted new veggies, flowers, and fertilized everything with the horse manure that I'd shoveled. You guessed it - it was shoveled from the pasture from which the horses had escaped.

This evening, as Jilda grilled zucchini, eggplant, pattypan squash, and onions on the grill, I stepped down to the blueberry bushes and picked a quart of berries.  Only the bushes that get early morning sun are producing ripe berries now, but they are prolific. 

This evening, we are both worn out, but it's a good feeling.