The gelding in the picture is twenty-eight. In horse years this roughly translates to, well, old. Unlike people, who our society all too often view as less attractive as they age, he makes everything look good; distinguished; wise — even a late winter beard of heavy fur and unkempt whiskers. He has a way with people young and old, a kindness, an understanding. I hope, one day, to be half the soul he is.
Hog Farmer. Goose Wrangler. Sustenance Cultivator. Hobby Photographer. Women's Progress Advocator. Wife. Teacher. Mother. Freelance Writer. Unsophisticated Wine Connoisseur. Sister. Speaker. Friend. Butcher. Ruminator. Student. Reluctant Artist. Wannabe Quilter. Chocolate Addict. Gun Enthusiast. 
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LOVE this photo. Thanks so much for participating — happy Love Thursday!
K.
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