This will sound odd, but tonight Hudson and I visited a piece of our property I never really saw before. I knew it was there, 12 acres at the top of the property. It’s questionable quality hay, according to the former owner – needs fertilizer and reseeding. He took us up there in a truck that couldn’t make it the last, steep, icy 20 yards, that day last winter when my husband and I were still thinking about buying this place. The former owner had graciously offered to drive us around out there in the woods and fields, so we could get a good look.
When the truck couldn’t make it up, we got out and trudged up the slick, snowy slope and stood for a few minutes as he pointed out the edges. The day was bitter and windy and the field, snow-covered. I can't say I really looked at it well, but good to know it was there.
This evening, Hudson and I crossed the creek and rode up through the woods to the same place. When we got to the edge, where I had stood in the cold a few months ago, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
What a glorious field!
|I didn't take a picture of our ride tonight, so here's a peaceful shot of the herd.|
It’s huge and green, with a bit of a roll, and truly at the top of the hill. It’s rimmed on all sides by forest, with the one odd tree still standing in the grass, a large bolder underneath it. That’s where I would have played, if I were here 40 years ago, on that rock. Maybe some other little girl did.
At first, as we trotted about up there, I was just thinking of hay and admiring it, but eventually my mind went to pasture, then to adding a little camp house and a fire place, then to…no WAY! What a great place for a horse show! Plenty of room for a couple of arenas and a jumping course all the way around. People could park down below and…well, it’s just a thought, a little dream.
This place has so much potential. We are blessed to have such a great piece of land. And the dreams that come with it.