Shortly before they were married in 1952, my parents purchased an old two-story house on the edge of our small town, just up the hill from a river. One of the first improvements they made to the home (aside from installing a furnace, which they found out the hard way the house did not have) was to add on a "TV room." Cut into the new pine-wood cabinetry along one wall of the room was a space for a television set.
Lately I've thought a lot about horses -- about the stomp of feet, the shiver of hide to discourage flies pestering backs and haunches, the soft snorts and whinnies in friendship or in need, and the noses -- oh, the soft velvet noses that breathe warmth into my palm. It brings me back to my early years when I was in love with horses and would have lived in their stable had the grown-ups allowed...