
So here we are in the depths of winter– icy, wind driven pellets are sprinkling my windows, the chimes on the porch are twinkling their melodies and the horses are (reluctantly) pulled into their stalls while we wait for the…
So here we are in the depths of winter– icy, wind driven pellets are sprinkling my windows, the chimes on the porch are twinkling their melodies and the horses are (reluctantly) pulled into their stalls while we wait for the…