Post by Stinky on Dec 14, 2021 21:02:46 GMT 1
Not sure if this the right section to post this on, but I see nothing else for a daily tale.
I met a little girl this summer gone and she touched me deeply.
So I wrote of our meeting.
I hope that this happy story makes you happy as well.
Natalie.
The storm came last night.
With anger, power and a mind to destroy.
2.30 am and Jerome and I are checking on the horses.
Torches not really necessary due to the frequency of the lightning flashes.
Calming the girls in the stables with soft talk and stroking hands.
The boys in the field care not a jot and just turn their backs on the wind and rain.
Walking back and we are lit up again, and I cannot help laughing.
We both look as though dragged backwards through a lake.
Large cuppa is needed.
Sleep does not come and tea in hand I watch as the storm vents it’s fury on anything and everything.
Two trees down, that is the extent of the damage.
Next years firewood.
We got off lightly.
Mid morning, horses fed and talked to, fences checked and all is calm.
A car is parked by the gate.
Huge eyes and tiny fists gripping the metal bar.
The second one from the bottom.
It is all she can reach.
And a Mum standing behind her.
And I know what is coming.
An apologetic smile, and a request.
Gate open and we three walk to Jonquille’s paddock.
Natalie is four and has never seen a horse up close.
Jonquille, my favourite lady, a mother of six is perfect for her.
Her head is not much smaller than Natalie.
The child’s grin is legion but a nervous hand still creeps into mine.
I nod to her Mum and Jonquille plays the game.
Head down and liquid eyes watching, awaiting the touch of a tiny hand.
My hand is loosed and both of hers are on Jonquille.
Her hair pulses with horse breath.
First time near a horse and she kisses Jonquille on the nose.
Mum has tears showing and takes the photo.
Walking back to the gate Natalie again has my hand and mixes skipping with turning and waving to Jonquille.
I tell her Mum to start saving up for a horse.
It is not a bad day at all when you can make two people happy.
I suspect I shall see Natalie again sometime soon.
Carrot for my lady Jonquille and home for lunch.
Happiness is.
I met a little girl this summer gone and she touched me deeply.
So I wrote of our meeting.
I hope that this happy story makes you happy as well.
Natalie.
The storm came last night.
With anger, power and a mind to destroy.
2.30 am and Jerome and I are checking on the horses.
Torches not really necessary due to the frequency of the lightning flashes.
Calming the girls in the stables with soft talk and stroking hands.
The boys in the field care not a jot and just turn their backs on the wind and rain.
Walking back and we are lit up again, and I cannot help laughing.
We both look as though dragged backwards through a lake.
Large cuppa is needed.
Sleep does not come and tea in hand I watch as the storm vents it’s fury on anything and everything.
Two trees down, that is the extent of the damage.
Next years firewood.
We got off lightly.
Mid morning, horses fed and talked to, fences checked and all is calm.
A car is parked by the gate.
Huge eyes and tiny fists gripping the metal bar.
The second one from the bottom.
It is all she can reach.
And a Mum standing behind her.
And I know what is coming.
An apologetic smile, and a request.
Gate open and we three walk to Jonquille’s paddock.
Natalie is four and has never seen a horse up close.
Jonquille, my favourite lady, a mother of six is perfect for her.
Her head is not much smaller than Natalie.
The child’s grin is legion but a nervous hand still creeps into mine.
I nod to her Mum and Jonquille plays the game.
Head down and liquid eyes watching, awaiting the touch of a tiny hand.
My hand is loosed and both of hers are on Jonquille.
Her hair pulses with horse breath.
First time near a horse and she kisses Jonquille on the nose.
Mum has tears showing and takes the photo.
Walking back to the gate Natalie again has my hand and mixes skipping with turning and waving to Jonquille.
I tell her Mum to start saving up for a horse.
It is not a bad day at all when you can make two people happy.
I suspect I shall see Natalie again sometime soon.
Carrot for my lady Jonquille and home for lunch.
Happiness is.