Look at that eye
That face...As we await the closing of escrow on the Hawaii House, Daughter Darling, Baby Darling and I have been finding solace and loving snorts from an exquisite Bay Draft Horse we found outside of town. He stands about ten feet high, has hooves the size of pizzas, a straight white blaze down the center of his face, and a mane that cascades past his shoulder like Carmen’s hair in the opera Carmen.
The fence is high as you can see, but we manage to give him a good rub, while he whisks a carrot off our palm and gives us sympathy that our waiting period is laborious, and that we do not have a horse.
Aloha for now.
P.S. I just pushed "Publish" on a new website where I shamelessly promote my book, that will, by Book, Nook or Kindle become available sometime in the future. An agent said I ought to have a website, so I gave it the title of "White Orchids and White Horses," and its address is http://www.wishonawhitehorse.com/
That child
That wind over the ears...
