Sunday we built fence. Opening up a new pasture for that heart of a horse, Romeo.
Building along the base of Coyote Hill. The day was hot and heavy—causing our skin to burst into stinging sweat.
Black Beauty and Boomer helping us…although, Boomer wandered off most of the time; Beauty stay right with Shannon. Never far away.
Up and over, down and around, past the little creek, the bugs making our skin dance with impact of their tiny biting mouths.
Finally we made it! Steam coming off our skin like vaporous ghosts the pasture was fenced in…ready for that amazing horse; we all seem to love.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,