Sunday, March 22, 2009
I’ve been laid low by this miserable cold/flu/cough for days and days. I feel like I’m 180 years old, aching and pathetic. Yesterday, I was bemoaning how difficult it is not to be able to just open the barn and the gates and let the horses come and go as they want during the day from their stalls to the corral to the pasture. We had this time consuming ritual of walking them with their lead ropes from the corral to the pasture and from the pasture back to the barn, even though they are right next to each other.
It’s been a point of contention between me and my husband. He is the Protector of the Ditch. If the drainage ditch between the corral and the pasture gets blocked, we’ve got flooding. Despite my promises to clean the ditch religiously, I’ve never been able to convince him that we should just put in a gate between the corral and the pasture.
Maybe it was because I was so sad or so beaten down by the flu or maybe he just wanted to let me know how much he loves me, but a small miracle happened while I was napping. Our neighbor had an extra gate that he gave us, and my husband pulled the fence rails and installed it in less than an hour. When I looked out the window from upstairs, I thought I was dreaming. There was my gate, with my horses curiously sniffing it and looking towards the house to see if I was going to open it any time soon.
I staggered out and set them free. They are in heaven. I am astonished by the flexibility and the possibilities suddenly offered to me. It takes so little to make us happy in our little herd.