Now it's Monday again and it's overcast. There were some moments of sun today at horse-work. The whole fleet of horses paraded through when I was cleaning the strip of land which shares the fence adjacent to the garden. I was cleaning up the hay they hadn't eaten when I looked up and there were four beautiful horses standing in front of me, commanding my attention with their grace. Two chestnuts and two black ones, one of which was the tall gelding with a white headlight on his forehead, Magic. They pranced off and then four more mares appeared aloofly and began fighting over the water barrel, one circling another.
On the ride home from work the pastures were smattered with lambs and kids--but still none over at Fraga. Dorothy's ligaments on either side of her tailbone have completely disappeared. The senior goat mama's delivery is imminent. And so, I feel, is spring. It hangs just beyond the horizon-- a mere six weeks away I reckon. Lis and I milked together this morning. One of the goats kicked my arm twice, that pig.
And so it's another Monday in February. And people are driving around, crashing their cars, going to Jack in the Box. People are coming home from work and shaking out their bathroom rugs. Meanwhile thousands of geese are flying overhead in hypnotizing patterns, white Arabians horses are taking naps, farmers are skinning cattle and goats are popping out babies--all on my drive home.
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