Good "glue factory?" Saturday Morning, y'all.
At one time, our former next door neighbor raised thoroughbreds. He was into the horse racing scene and had a foreman that cared for the horses and the entire property. The owner, an architect, rarely visited the place, but the foreman, Harold Fresh took great care and I got to know him over time.
One of the great treats every spring was watching the births of one or two foals from across the driveway that separated our place from the architect's. I believe his first name was Ernest.
In the morning, yesterday, Therese noticed a standard loader digging on the southern end of that property which is now owned by the new neighbor. In the five years that they've resided here, two of their four horses have died and have been buried there.
At one time, the daughter used to ride one of the horses, but now she's been in college and haven't seen much of the home... or the horses!
Kinda sad. I have to assume the horses were cared for and it was just their time to see a "new pasture." But the joy we once shared looking out of our kitchen window has long since disappeared.
Ch-ch-ch-Changes...
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