A couple weeks ago I went horse back "riding" with a friend. I put "riding" in quotes because I am terribly afraid of riding horses. But when the opportunity presented itself, I thought I should be brave & see if I could possibly conquer my fear. But, nope. I'm still afraid. My sweet horse, Ash, was the bestest horse ever though. He was a slow moving, lolligagging, wonderfully mellow beast. And I didn't really "ride". I walked. Which was perfect for me.
|Her feet, my feet, horse feet.|
|A gravestone of a baby named Mary Maxine Fortner, 1939-1940, decorated with marbles.|
Shy little sunflower.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of spontaneity. And just having simply no agenda.