Spring’s greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.
They looked deep into each other’s eyes and exchanged a timid curiosity. Slowly, little fingers reached out to touch the soft muzzle, which leaned forward to oblige. I wonder what went through each young mind during their initial encounter.
Yes, despite Old Man Winter’s latest attempt to postpone spring, there are just some things that can’t wait. And new babies at the horse farm across the road is one of them. There’s only one so far, but I’m hoping more will arrive soon. There are usually three or four each year.
This year, Peanut is old enough to enjoy the interaction, and I’m sure we’ll be visiting again soon.