Foggy morning breakdown

Such a lovely sight in the morning, seeing my horses, waiting in the fog for breakfast. Ruffy, the bottomless pit, always welcomes me with a whicker, "I'm so glad to see you. I'm hungry!" I think she may have been shorted some meals during her last days at Suffolk Downs when she was laid up and lame. Her favorite things in life are food, food, and food. Oh, and lots of carrots because who can resist that face?

So off to work I drive, once my pockets are eaten empty of carrots, past the foggy fields with turkeys sitting on the fence line. The air, thick with the smells of summer--moist damp grass and mud.

By midday, when the sun is high and the fog burned away, the horses will make their way back up to the top of the hill, where they''ll nosh on hay and stamp at flies, tails whisking one another. And when I arrive, I'll be greeted by a chorus of whickering horses, "Oh we're so glad to see you. The bugs are driving us nuts and we're so hungry!"