Dandelion Bed in Highlands

Meet Windy. Doesn't she look like Spring in her bed of Dandys? This picture was taken by www.highlandphotos.net. Please check out this wonderful site of my daughters.

My daughter, Darcie, has had a true love of horses since she played 'Pin the Tail on the Horse'. She HAD to have a horse, not a donkey, when she was just 5 years old, for her Pin the Tail on the Donkey game, at her birthday party.

Her love was seen in her drawings. I saved them and just a few years ago, I made a wall quilt of the drawings, for her by transferring them onto fabric. Surprise!

Her first horse was actually an auction error...on my part. I was at a horse auction with my brother Doug, talking away, 'with my hands', while he was wanting to pay more attention to the auction than I actually was. When the auctioneer said, "SOLD to number 257" and looked our direction, we started to look all over for who the lucky owner of this cute white Shetland Pony was. I backed away from my brother aways, leaned back, cleared my throat, whispering to him and pointing at the numbered card in his shirt pocket, sheepishly said, "Um, Doug, That's YOUR NUMBER." Well, he immediately said, "YOU, Go to the other side of the arena, sit on your hands, and don't even look at me!" I didn't go to the other side of the arena, but I DID sit on my hands. I guess you could say that ,as I said in my Twins post yesterday, THAT was one of the times Doug would just as soon have 'punched' my teeth out.

Needless to say, Darcie was surprised to see a pony of her very own waiting in the old coop when she got home from school that day. If memory serves me, she was about 9 yrs. old. She named him Honey, who was the sweetest little guy. Bill was concerned that Darcie would take care of him about a week and newness would soon wear off once she found out she would have to get up and take care of her horse before school. I told him that it would either last two weeks or the rest of her life.

Not once all through school and then her first Arabian,that she bought with her own money, did she complain. The horses were always tended to before she even ate her breakfast. I was pretty proud of her., well, maybe, except the time she and her girlfriend tried to bring Honey in the house.

She joined 4-H, entering her King at the fair each summer, went on many trail rides and competed whenever, wherever, and with whomever would take her with. She learned much independence with those horses, as well as responsibility and respect. We were concerned that she would show no interest in anything that would see her through life. As she entered college, she became a graphic artist, but, big surprise, most of her art was horses, nagging away at her.

Her love lasted a lifetime. She created her own business, via internet combining horses and her love of photography. She doesn't have time to show her own horses at the time, raising 2 little boys, running a business and chasing her dream. She is on the road weekends and sometimes weekly, taking photo after photo, at shows throughout several states, fairs, anything equestrian., her favorites, of course, the Arabians.

Below is a picture of Darcie with her Windy, the filly in the dandelions. Notice, my daughter sports the same mane as her horse. When this picture was taken, she just had gotten a foot cut off her hair and donates to Locks of Love.

Do you think I am proud of my Lil' One?....You bet I am!! (((HUGS)))
Take a look at the wonderful photography she does on her website at www.highlandphotos.net. She would love a visit from you anytime.

So proud to be MoM

Bless Each and Every One of You

Happy Spring