Sunday, June 22, 2014

Home Is The Best Place To Travel

My husband and I take regular walks on the trails near our home. Pennsylvania is a beautiful place filled with mountains, trees, and flowing rivers. Whether we’re hiking in the woods, strolling along a creek, or walking the paths of our local parks we’re bound to see something that makes us smile.

These hungry mares barely glanced our way as they munched fields of clover while we walked by their farm. The horses didn’t know it, but seeing them made our day. I took a few pictures, hoping you might enjoy seeing them too. 

Do you have favorite places to walk or run in your neighborhood? What have you seen there?


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A cowboy with a fractured back and a cop with a broken spirit heal on a Texas ranch with the help of a stallion named Big Blue.

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“Oh, Lord.” Treymont Woods kicked up dust on his boots as he sauntered from the stables to the woman who just had to be his new riding student. Her flaming red hair swooshed from one side of her shoulders to the other as she watched his stallion, Big Blue, canter inside the corral. Her hands, knuckles white, clutched the fence and every muscle in her tall, slim figure looked tight. Before he could get to her, she pivoted toward the parking area, moving her feet like she was fixin’ to run.
“Hey there!” He called out as a distraction. By the time Trey reached the woman’s side, he could hear her breathing like she’d raced a Texas mile. Before he could introduce himself, she turned to him with wide green eyes and shouted, “He’s huge!” Pink splotches bloomed under the freckles on her pale skin.
She licked her bottom lip and shook her head. “No, no, no, no….” and started backing away. “I can’t do this. Keep my deposit. I’ll figure something else out.”
Trey lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Okay. No problem. You don’t have to ride if you don’t want to.”  Her jeans looked too tight for riding, anyway, and that white blouse would be smudged inside five minutes. Hadn’t the woman ever been to a ranch before? 
She stopped moving then and frowned at him, causing twin lines to form above her nose. Her adorable nose, now that he’d gotten a decent look. In fact, everything about the woman seemed downright appealing, despite her reaction to Big Blue. Who in their right mind wouldn’t love the greatest horse that ever lived, on sight?

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Tina Donahue said...

Wonderful excerpt, Adele!

I live in Palm Springs, so driving down the 101 (the main drag through town) in the winter with balmy 70 degree days, the scent of flowers in the air and snow on the surrounding mountains is incredible. :)

jean hart stewart said...

Loved the excerpt...Thanks, Adele

Fiona McGier said...

Not much to do in my boring suburb...except dream of when we can go camping up north, to the clean lakes and sweet-smelling air of the northwoods.

Local festivals make it a bit more bearable in the summer. But my heart is in the northwoods.