You see, it goes like this. There are human people and there are other people, and some of those are horses, except it’s not clear which ones, the human people or the […]
Travellers hate to see it, too. Mývatn, Iceland Fences aren’t for keeping horses in.
Some thoughts on “writing” today, including my other love, “farming”, and another one, “art.” A smorgasbord, really! First a note: There are few writers left in the world (but many keyboarders), I […]
The land is watching. Spring’s Horses, North of Hofsos, Iceland If you stop beside the road, they will appear. And if you try to talk to that land in a foreign language? […]
It was such a pleasure spending some quality time in Tamara’s My Botanical Garden on Monday. Thanks, everyone, for welcoming me with such enthusiasm. It’s fine to share stories of the gardens of […]