Every dispatch I write is a letter to Pete. This is so very true. This is a given. I guess this is the way in which I am assured that I’ll have his complete and undivided attention. He may be distracted and stop reading, but he will return to the page because I am using the written word to communicate ideas.
So Pete sent me two photos of the Back 40, one that I took one week ago and one he took a today. There is a lot of snow in the first photo and hardly any other snow in the second photo. He said in his message that it was 55°F today in Palmer. Well, it was about 55°F today here in Schenectady.
The difference is that here, there is no snow at all and the grass is very green. It rained yesterday afternoon and it rained today – I walked Gabby over to the arena in a squall – did agility with her in the covered arena. The rain pounded on the roof panels. She did not seem to mind this at all. We are bonding, her and I. I made sure to give her several horse treats of choice around here – peppermints.
I hope that I can be a happy interlude in Gabby’s ongoing life – and that right now she feels content with me around. This is all I can hope for because I have four equally wonderful horses at home in Palmer, Alaska. And of course I miss the gang of four. New York, where I am, is