Carring the hay is a sweet ritual.
I love Maria and her posse—Fate, Zinnia, and Zip—who set out for the morning feeding. I was behind them in my bathrobe. It was 20 Degrees. We’ll take it.
Beautiful landscape. as the sun comes up.
Carring the hay is a sweet ritual.
I love Maria and her posse—Fate, Zinnia, and Zip—who set out for the morning feeding. I was behind them in my bathrobe. It was 20 Degrees. We’ll take it.
Beautiful landscape. as the sun comes up.