I’ve mentioned before how I find peace at the barn, with the horses. I love all of it.
The smell of the barn.
The sound of the horses cantering through the fields.
The sight of the red buildings.
The feeling of the reins woven through my fingers.
Horse hair on my clothes.
The feeling of flight.
I even love driving there.
Here are some more scenes from our time at the barn. I think my girls love it as much as I do.
*All photos here were taken by me (unless otherwise noted).
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