The wind has enjoyed tossing the corn leaves high, high into the air

The horses have enjoyed the clear, sharp wind

Running, running, tossing their heads, manes flying

The air so sharp it seems to glitter

Racing up, and back, then over and down.  Their hard hooves picking up wee clods of dirt flinging the bits of earth in all directions

Lifting their tails, shaking their heads they race —onward then back.

While watching, T’Ata and Glory Bee, I saw another Sundog in the sky.

If these amazing omens are correct…we are heading toward major cold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda