My mom grew up with horses. Though her family didn’t farm, their home sat on a large enough lot in a small enough town that it was as right as rain to keep a few horses out back. Oh, she adored those animals—so much so that she took a job exercising a local cowboy’s horses and mucking out stalls. She wanted to be a barrel racer, and while that didn’t pan out, she passed her love of horses along to me. Some of my warmest memories have been formed in the presence of horses, whether out riding trails or paying regular visits to share apples and carrots.
While we’re on the subject, I welcome you to turn to page 48, where you’ll find a bevy of beautiful photos that shed…
