I recall my careening into my driveway, only to see my aged mother down with the horses. When I say with, I mean she was inside the coral “with” my Arabian mares and gelding. One nuzzle could knock her into smithereens.
So difficult not to be mad as a hatter in these situations. (Not to mention the trail of gay, straw and … across the patio and into my laundry room).
How could one not smile at this episode.
I recall my careening into my driveway, only to see my aged mother down with the horses. When I say with, I mean she was inside the coral “with” my Arabian mares and gelding. One nuzzle could knock her into smithereens.
So difficult not to be mad as a hatter in these situations. (Not to mention the trail of gay, straw and … across the patio and into my laundry room).
Oh the joy…..