Joan L. Cannon writes: Our lovely little mare rested her muzzle on my husband’s shoulder every night when he went out before bed to make sure the water buckets were full. I think of our handsome big gelding who was so intrigued by the tree we planted in the middle of the pasture that he pulled it up and trotted triumphantly around the field with it between his teeth, brandishing it like a flag.
Lifelong Pursuits: Musing on the Triple Crown
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