I feel like I live on the English Moors. It's a great setting for The Hound of the Baskervilles or Wuthering Heights.
Some days, it's hard to believe I really have horses--or a barn.
Here are some pictures of the frost on the trees--blown sideways.
And, if you will, a toast to my son, Brook--who has followed his passion and been true to his calling. My hope for him is that he is able to do this until his last day--however many those will be--it will be a life well lived. Congratulations!