front porch musings

Last night we had my husband's birthday dinner (Indian food, a favorite of 3 out of 4 of us here) on the front porch while the equines, all six of them, provided the background music: grass munching.

Several of the felines joined us, and I have not had many happier moments than we had yesterday evening, sitting with good food, white wine, excellent company, and the loving companionship of horses and donkeys and cats.

Kyra Corgi was inside with teen son, whose schedule is out of whack right now, and since he's the one not into Indian, we ate without him.

 We don't normally allow all six equines down in front at the same time, as there is the potential for a stampede back up to the barn, but they are so into the grass, and it was so quiet in the neighborhood, we allowed it.

There are pictures, but they are from my daughter's camera, which has raw data that needs converting to jpeg format (I think that's right!) - so as soon as I can get husband or daughter to send them to me, I'll post them.

Meanwhile, here is Dickens E. Wickens stretching toward the light.



It was shining brightly here yesterday evening.