It's a field. No! A pasture! No! A camp! No! A show ground!

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.