After publishing Monday's post I Love The Sky, I realized how, if you read it out loud and didn't enunciate, it could sound like I Love This Guy. Which could make you think that that post was about something totally different than it is. It's not about a man.
And, since I have an old, partially thought out, post in my drafts folder that is about DH, I thought now would be the time to finish that one up and get it published.
Because I do love this guy🡻🡻🡻🡻🡻
He doesn't really like to have his picture taken, so most of the ones I have of him were taken kind of on the sly. Like this one where he has his back to me. But it is a photo that I really like because he's not a horse person. Or at least, he's always claimed that he's not (but, unbeknownst to him, they are growing on him and he's starting to show signs of growing towards being a horse person).
This photo was taken on a chilly rainy day last fall, one where the combination of air temperature and amount of water falling from the sky were too cold to put horses out into. The kind of weather where they get soaked through and chilled.
So, on that day (which I think was a Sunday), I had decided that horses would stay in the barn all day. When I cleaned stalls after church, I put each horse, in turn, into the cross ties while its stall was being mucked out.
DH had been working in the tack room on some part of the finishing of it, and when I got to the Poetess's stall, he insisted that she didn't want to stand in the cross ties for those ten minutes while I cleaned. She had been rather unhappy about the other horses being in the cross ties right outside her door while she was shut in the stall, and I knew that she would rather be outside (she has a rainsheet she can wear to keep dry, while the others didn't) even if it was raining.
Unfortunately, even with her rainsheet, it wouldn't have worked for her to be the only horse out there because the others left in the barn would have been upset that I wasn't also turning them out and make a racket, which would have then caused her to get worried about being the only horse outdoors and upset and start running around. I definitely did not want her racing around in the mud, slip, fall and get injured. Which meant she had to stay inside all day like the rest of the horses.
Back to the photo. . .
When it was time for me to clean the Poetess's stall, DH took her just out the front of the barn where she could munch grass (I believe the rain and wind were from the north that day, so the barn most blocked them from the rain in that spot). All on his own.
Not a horse person. Ha! If he wasn't a horse person, he wouldn't have cared if the Poetess preferred to be outside while I cleaned stalls. And if he wasn't a horse person, he definitely wouldn't have volunteered to stand out there holding her lead rope while she grazed.
Yep, I love this guy.
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