I sit in the office over the garage tonight, window slid open wide, listening to the crickets sing their song in unison. Then I hear a soft snort ~ the snort baby breathes out when hes found a leftover piece of hay in the paddock dirt, his midnight snack.
Though that snort is in my head, because he isnt here. Neither is Sally, the pony. Today I took them over to Patti's place, for Baby to have some training, and Sally, well, Sally to just exist. Isnt that the way of ponies.
Oh, this is all good news. It means we are one step closer to putting the WI house up for sale, and one step closer to Montana.
But its way too quiet here.