With the unusual warmth of February our farm has been preparing fences and finding new trails to ride. I stay home to bake a gingerbread-pear cake in the cast iron griddle while my husband and daughter head out to ride. The new trail begins from our farm and heads through neighboring pastures to a shallow creek which provides a beautiful path. There are some hills and pathways requiring the riders to lean back or hug the horses neck, but riders come back smiling, pleased with themselves for tackling the challenge, pleased with their horses for their trustworthiness, and pleased with the peacefulness of the moments.
I imagine the laughter on the ride and the sound of the leaves under the horses feet as they wind through the woodland. The moments when the horses test the creek before stepping in…I can see it all.
This February morning there is a thick mist over the pond out front. It seemed to fall just as the sun was rising, swapping positions in the distance. It gives a mystery to the day and adds anticipation for spring. Soon I will be planting my garden and soon I will be taking my coffee on the porch swing. For now, the fog covers and offers a chance to dream and envision a new spring.