Who has time to sit and blog?

Wait! I'm here, I'm here.

I know it seems as though I've dropped off the edge of the earth, or lost interest in blogging. The evidence is all there to support that theory.

Truth is, I just forget.

Riding the mower to keep the grass in some kind of check, I take a good look at the house and decide it needs paint/stain. Now. So, no time to sit and blog.

Coming out of the barn, I glance at the roofline of the house and realize I need new shingles. On the garage, too, and the cottage and barn. Now. So, no time to sit and blog.

Ego and the refusal to stop being important to someone keep me going to work a couple of days a week as a wordsmith of sorts. So, no time to sit and blog.

 Everyday life on the farm is taxing on people much younger; while I don't plant or harvest crops, there's a lot of yard to mow, and a nearly-200-year-old house to try to maintain, and a handful of horses to tend to. So, no time to sit and blog.

Especially now that the horse tending has intensified by one.  My little herd of four mares has just been gifted with a young stallion in the adjacent pasture. For sure, no time to blog!

This is True Sensation.  Aptly named, no?  He bears an achingly striking resemblance to my first stallion, Ibn Marengo, except that he's bigger and bolder and, unlike wise 'Rengo, he loves to play. Give him a Ginger Snap and he'll hold onto your coat until you give him another. Open his stall door to let him into his paddock and he leaps out and then spins around, waiting for you to come play.

Play? At my age? But I do. Who can say no to him? Already, I adore him.

I said, a few years ago, that I would no longer plan to keep horses -- that through attrition, my herd would be reduced to nothing in a few years. I was too old for this, I said.

Man makes plans and God laughs.

"Tru" found himself in a position, a few weeks ago, where he needed a home. Now.  Apparently, I needed another stallion.

It's going to work out.  But probably for sure now, no time to sit and blog.