“Shh, my love; I don’t want him to hear us.” I twist hair behind his ear and coo softly, stroking the sharp angle of his face. He could star in a soap opera with a name like “Ridge” or “Rocky” or “Glen.” Women go mad for him and faint at his feet.
But he’s mine.
I don’t care that I’m married; sometimes a husband just has to understand these things.
It doesn’t matter that his hair is grey or that he’s tall. He’s gentle and sweet and treats me like I’m a queen.
About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Zeus was an Irish Sporthorse. Second, there was a part of him – and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be – that thirsted for the salt on my hands. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
I didn’t plan for it to happen. I didn’t want it to happen.
It just happened.
I had an unfortunate incident a few days ago with a potential boarder that fell through. I asked the person to remove his horse within 45 minutes of arrival–ouch.
Therefore I hesitated mightily before considering another boarder.
I strolled into the kitchen a few nights ago and the husband announced we’d have visitors to the barn within an hour. Confused, I donned my work clothes and went outside to greet the newcomers.
The woman owned an Irish Sporthorse, brought all the way from California–and prior to that, from Ireland. She desired a place where she could work with him on Natural Horsemanship; where she’d be welcome to relax and treat him like a horse. I showed her the facility and hesitantly mentioned we consider ourselves full.
“We’ll do anything,” she said, giving me, and then her spouse, a look so full of desperation and longing I couldn’t help but believe her. I accepted her horse on trial.
We’re up to a full dozen horses.
We’re able to have 14.5 on the land (the .5 considered as a miniature horse) but even 12 is very, very full in my opinion. It gives me a lot of options.
I enjoy writing. I like to play with characters and situations in my head. Therefore, I started casting movies and books based on the “actors” in my stable. The shy, bookish girl; the outgoing and attractive male lead.
If Firefly Farm cast the Twilight movie, our horses could be character actors.
Dusty, the big black gelding currently in the pasture, is like Edward. Brooding. Gorgeous. Eye Candy.
Honey is Bella. Small, easy to miss, bookish. She rarely bites and loves everyone, even if she’s not vocal about it.
Melody is Rosalie. Beautiful and snappish and very, very tenacious. (Also known as stubborn–but in a good way. She knows her stuff.)
Sage is Esme. Kind, sweet, adorable.
Sidney is Carlisle. Gentle and good.
Suzie Q is Alice. Small, full of energy, and fun.
Misty is Leah. Tough to the core, but wants love.
Lexi is Jessica–fun and interesting, but in love with Edward.
Braveheart is Seth. He loves Dusty and wants to be like him. He’s eager and impressionable and loveable.
Phoenix is Siobhan. She’s beautiful and welcoming; fun and interesting.
Twist is Sam. He’s full of his own importance but is protective of his friends.
Last of all, Zeus is Jacob. He has potential but needs muscle and a brush-up on his moves.
In the meantime, a girl (or many girls, in this case) will dream. We’ll coo and delight over this dream of a horse.
The husband will just have to understand.