Our world has again been blessed...Mom's gypsy mare gave birth to a beautiful filly tonight, black as night with a white star, another bright spot in our lives :) There's nothing quite like a newborn foal, the first wobbly steps and little baby nickers...

What am I blessed with?
God, who loves me enough to fill my life
with two fantastic sons,
and black horses......

Rynke

We are now doubly blessed with two beautiful friesian mares. Rynke fan Ferwalde now shares our green pastures with Stella.
I think Stella is happy to have another of her kind here, she and Rynke are very peaceful together. Our lives have been so enriched through these wonderful horses. So now I have many costumes to make before the renaissance fair in August, both the girls will be there....we'll all feel as though we're back home for a couple of days......

The Good Things

The good things
The Good Lord who watches over us every day and has blessed me with
teenagers- what a delight to watch them grow and change
sunshine- how nice to curl up in the sun with a good book
a home to come back to after a long day at work
the long days at work to make me appreciate my days off
the spring storms to water the earth and help things grow
the relentless wind- it makes the still days sooo nice
and the horses....

The Dream

What dreams belong to little girls? Mine were dreams of horses, always horses. Dreams of the sound of hoofbeats running on the hollow desert sand, of bright sun and unbelievably blue skies, of brilliant chestnut fur catching the gleam of the sun. The dream came true, mostly. My trusty steed was my mom's mighty brown quarter horse mare. I spent many years with her and even though she rarely moved faster than a trot, I loved her.

Then of course, as life does, life changed. Accidents happen, loved ones die, people move. Dreams fade...

But sometimes, something happens to awaken the dream again.

When I was 15, I saw this movie... who would have thought that it would completely change my life? My dream became a recurring dream, a dream of flying midnight manes & tails, of black as night horses dancing through orchards & meadows, of feathers on hooves swinging with each step. I thought the horse in the movie, the horse now of my dreams, was just a rare fluke of a lucky crossbreeding somewhere. I had no idea there were MORE of them.

They were The Friesians.

My dream became a passion, to someday have such a creature for my own. I dreamed of a mare with a tiny star pulling a black carriage down the road, I dreamed of a tall gelding dancing through a pasture, his mane nearly to the ground. So many times through the years I prayed that it would be God's will for me to have such a horse.

Then, 21 years later, I found Stella. I saw her picture and fell in love. She was tiny, just a baby, but I knew she was the horse I had wanted for so long.

My sons, now teenagers, were incredible for putting up with mom not sleeping and having a seriously one track mind, and for helping dig post holes and build new fence in completely frozen ground. My friends threw me a baby horse shower- complete with gift certificates to the feed store, horse treats, halters & leads. My mom & boys drove with me to New Mexico to meet the horse van bringing Stella from Kentucky, my aunt & uncle opened their home to us while we were there...

Stella is my dream come true.

We are still on our amazing journey. All of our lives have changed in so many wonderful ways. We have become part of this amazing international family of people who have also been blessed with one of God's most amazing creations.

With the help of two of our dearest friends, our horse trainer and his wife, Stella has become quite a lady. We are learning the spanish walk along with all the basics of dressage. She learns so fast and tries so hard to do everything we ask her, it's unreal.

God willing, our journey will continue for many more years, and there will always be a friesian in our lives. I pray it is His will that we will always be blessed in black.