As the mist of fog clears the day begins. The dusty road lead out to a field of lush green hay.  Small purple flowers blossomed throughout the acreage.  An occasional yellow sprig of tiny clusters of dandelions lay here and there.  A fresh scent of lilac in the air.  The warm feel of the sun coming over the hills and onto the pasture.  The boys were laying in the outer area of the greens. Munching on the clover and soaking in the heat to warm their cool bodies from the night air.  As I glanced up to see how far out they were I saw a coyote on the knoll. 

            My boots, wet from the dew, kept moving over the ground.  Half way up the denim legs are soaked.  Almost to the top of the knoll the boys see me now.  As I listen for a few signs of them coming across the field, the coyote cries.  That shrill of howl from this little animal causes the boys to jump and run.  The quiet of the morning air has been broken and havoc has started.  A short whistle to them directs them to come in my direction.  They are now looking to have their morning meal.  Oats, corn, molasses, beans, and vitamins; must be good, they like it. 

            A humble settling comes across me as they come near and dig in.  Comforting them to settle in and feeling the smooth hair of their backs, a grin comes to my face.  That feeling of home is where the heart is, is right where I’m at.  The gentle giants of nature are definitely the best source of horse power.  As I brush them back I can feel the muscle under their flesh.  The strength of their jaw as it chews the morning meal that later today will become the tork of the pull.  We are heading out to a trail today to climb and wonder the tops of the Duck Egg Forest.

            Horseback riding is the best therapy I have encountered so far.  Even though a good truck or tractor pull is nice too.  I enjoy the peace and quiet of the ride more than anything.  Sometimes it’s a nice thing to invite a friend or two