Talking Horse

Blurred Vision

I named this horse Blurred Vision because I was on the motorcyle when I snapped the picture.  He isn’t my horse, we were just passing by when I saw him. I like how the leaves on the tree are blurred and the colors blend together. 

The picture was taken last fall. We were on one of the Kentucky backroads when I saw this horse. Sometimes when we ride in the Lexington area, I find the beautiful homes where the horses actually live to be unbelievable. The horse barns are nicer than most houses in Kentucky. 

The horse farms are also a sight to behold.  Most have wooden fences painted white or black that surround the farm.  There are flowers, trees and ponds that look more like small lakes and of course the beautiful beasts in the fields. Some areas have one horse farm right after another and it is difficult to tell where one farm ends and another begins. The mansions the owners live in are nothing to sneeze at either.

While those farms house mostly race horses and horses that will sell for more money than I’ll see in a lifetime, the horses I love are those that you’d find on a typical farm with a stinky black barn where many different animals have lived.

As a teenager, I lived on a farm.  We had a horse named Star; he was a big sorrel work horse. My dad used him somtimes to plow tobacco fields.  I loved riding the horse.  I’d get one of my brothers to put a bridle and saddle on him for me.  I was always too finicky to touch the slobbering mouth to put the bridle on and too scared to put the saddle on the sweaty beast, but I loved riding him.  Actually, I wasn’t to scared to climb on, kick him in the sides and yell “yah!” really loud to get him to take off running. 

I’ve always been a little frightened around most farm animals.  I recall dad taking mom, my brother, sister and me to my grandparents farm and into the barn where he’d feed and milk the cows. He’d take turns putting my sister and brother on the back of the milk cows that were in stalls and unable to move.  When it came my turn, I kicked and screamed because I didn’t want to sit on or touch the milk cows. Dad sat me on one once and I remember the skanky sweaty smell to this day.  I yelled and screamed until he took me off the animal.

A few years after Mike and I married, we bought me an Appaloosa Gilding named Chico.  I loved riding the horse and he was so gentle that I could ride right up to Mike while he was sitting on a loud running tractor that would have scared most horses. Once when we were on a trail ride, I spotted an wide open field which I promptly rode over to and pushed Chico into a run.  Mike didn’t know I’d purposely ran the horse and he thought Chico was running wild until he saw me pulling on the reigns to slow the horse to a trot.

There is just something about me loving the feel of the wind blowing in my hair whether it is from riding a horse or on the back of a motorcycle.  If Mike’s hands don’t get well soon, I’m buying a horse.

  

 

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Walking On Hillsides

 

By Darlene G. Snyder (find me on facebook)

Kentucky Hillsides

Kentucky Hillsides at Poosey Ridge

                                                             A Shadowy Kentucky River     

                                     Shadowy Kentucy River

Road to the River 

The Road to the River on Poosey Ridge

 

Late this evening, Mike and I took a motorcyce ride to Poosey Ridge and the Kentucky River.  It had been a while since we’ve been able to ride because of Mike’s carpel tunnel in his hands.  If you know anything about riding motorcycles, you know that the clutch and brakes are on the handle bars and must be squeezed tightly when it is nesessary to use them.  This simple thing isn’t simple if you have tender hands.

Anyway, riding motorcycle is a huge stress relief for me, not to mention the thinking time I get it for my next writing project. This evenings ride conjoured up many memories of days on the farm.  Poosey Ridge is mostly a farming community even though the tobacco buyout has changed the way of the farmers. It’s always a pleasure to me to see much of the countryside in this area has been untouched by modern times.

New houses dot the landscapes all along the way, even so there aren’t subdivisions and such taking over the fields and hills. I love how there are still huge open fields with livestock enjoying the grassy fields.  The cattle. goats and horses look as if they are walking on two short legs and two long legs from grazing the hillsides in search of richer pastures.

When I was a lot younger, and had plenty of time to roam, I enjoyed walking – I mean, climbing the hills and walking the cowpaths.  As children, my cousin, sister and I walked the valleys and discovered unique areas and wondered about things like, what would happen if we saw a snake, or what if the bull chased us, what would we do.  Silly things, but we loved playing in those fields.  We made play houses under shade trees and used water from the creeks and streams to mix with dirt for our mudpies.  When we ride I always look for some of the fields and hills where we played.

I wasn’t raised in the Poosey area, but had family who lived there.  I recall as a child riding in the backseat of the car as we traveled down the long winding road.  For those of you who don’t know, most of the road  leading to Poosey Ridge narrows into a one lane, black topped road that is actually a ridge that runs along top of the hills and between hillsides and valleys.  The hills and valleys make for bad farming, but is pleasant to the eyes, especially to a country girl like me.

I took several photographs on my way down to the river and snapped even more once we arrived.  The water level was significantly lower than the last time we rode down.  One of my favorite things about going to the river in the evening is to see the shadowing of the trees against the water.  Looking at the pictures that I snapped, it’s difficult to tell the water from the sky and which way one should hold the picture.

Better stop here for now.  I’m driving an hour tomorrow morning to go pick up my grandbaby and bring him home with me. I have the pleasant opportunity and privilage to babysit him all day Saturday.  I’ll probably bore you all with every detail later!