The End of the Day.....

and as I almost always do...the quietness of the house and my mind become one, reflecting on the events of the day. When I think about it, I realize I've done this most of my adult life. In the mornings, with
my coffee, my mind runs over what must be accomplished today. At the end of the day I reflect on all that has happened, where I've been and what I've seen and heard.
I was so pleased tonight to read that you like the woodcuts and my coloration..*S*. I do too. All of the pictures aren't tinted as yet, but many of the ones I really like have been. And maybe they all will be eventually, or maybe left to cause someone to wonder why some are and some aren't. Rather like we wonder about unfinished quilt tops, who the maker was and why it isn't finished.
In my travels today(dr. appt) I passed the Rescue Farm a couple of mile outside my little village. It's run by a couple of ordinary people with normal ho-hum lives, who have decided to give injured, elderly and otherwise unwanted horses a place to live out their final days in peace. It's hard to rescue dogs and cats, birds and other small creatures. Hard in the sense that there are sooooo many of them, and not nearly enough homes to take them. Horses present a whole different set of problems. Different equipment, different accomidations, more food, more sanitary disposal of waste..bigger almost everything. And I am soooo happy to know that there are people and places who try to cover the need to rescue those who need it.
My heart is very tender about horses. They have such a magnificant spirit and beautiful way of being in the world. If their purpose in being was to serve us, they certain have done it well.
I wonder about that Rescue Farm. I don't know much about it. An annual fund raiser, volunteer help needed occasionally I think. Hay dontations. I saw there were 6 or 7 in the field, grazing, today as I passed and a colt..*VBS* Definitely a late season baby. I saw the round bales stacked in a different area, and I saw the rescue sign. I can't begin imagine what a volunteer would do up there. And I probably wouldn't be good for much of anything except to brush them, I don't think. But I think I'll ask so that I have a better understanding about it. Like the quilts we make and donate to the many causes who give them as comfort, I wouldn't have known unless I asked about it..*VBS* The day has been a good one. The left eye, that is part of my daily life, is miserable. Equally miserable tonight as it was all day. Time will tell if it will settle down and behave. It's one of those things that I have to do more than give it "lip service". If I don't, I won't have it. But for tonight, I can think about horses.