When would he arrive with breakfast? The snow had settled as it rarely ever does. The hours were passing and the icy grass was none too appetising.
The mare heard the engine before the foal even realised that at last he was on his way.
Bale after bale of warm hay, thrown over the hedge. Steam rose from it as they both dived in.
Now the mug of coffee and the crunchy toast for me. All of us lucky to have our much needed breakfast on this beautiful but freezing cold morning beside the lake.
Then across the field, the sounds of happy munching……..
What gorgeous images of these beautiful horses (I'm a true horse-lover at heart!). Love how you've described their longing for their morning 'coffee'. We really are all the same..aren't we?!?!?
Magnificent!
I love that last image and your sweet prose. Thank you.
adore. love the weaving of the words with these lovely, lovely images. adore. always love it when you post. xo
Lovely description of the horses and your happy breakfast!
It's pretty chilly here too but at least I am inside. I do pity those poor animals that have to stand out in the cold all the time. Wonderful photographs Catherine and brilliant description. Philippa xx
Beautiful pictures, as always—I can almost feel the velvet of that mare's nose! Hopefully, warmer spring weather will come soon : )
Wow, you got's lots of snow, think we have been luckiest this week, in the west. Lovely images, as always, and words, Thank you!
Lovely peaceful thoughts on a cold beautiful morning…I hope spring will come soon for both of us. Snow be gone soon…please.
So beautiful such lovely images.
Beautiful pics and lovely words…as usual.
Bridget x.
Aww, I want to stroke that lovely velvety nose:)
Beautiful beautiful beautiful!