Walnut Room this way

Walnut Room this way
Rio.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Rio, Sis and I mowed your pasture

While I was in Texas this past week, I mowed Rio's corral--the small pasture that surrounded his hay barn, stall, and feeding/watering area.  It was late in the evening, and with a breeze blowing.  The sun had sunk below the rim and a dusty orange haze lingered over the tall grasses along the creek where his hooves carved little chips in the stones that lined the bed.

The smell of the prairie sage as it fell to the blades of the tractor infused my nostrils and my memories and Rio was behind me, following in the trail of the new-mown grasses, patiently waiting for the treat he always knew was in my pocket once the chores were done.

His spirit swirled around me as the dust rose up in front of me, enveloping me in the dry northwest Texas air in August.  Once, I overturned a clod of grass to discover one of his last piles of horse apples, still slightly green because it has been protected from the sun by the 18 inch grasses that have not been grazed nor mown since April.  I told my sister about it, and she became teary eyed.  Who gets sentimental over horse shit?  We both did, wondering how it could have been protected these past few hot and dry  months, only to surprise me in a vulnerable moment when I had been breathing in Rio's essence along with the dust and the sage.


5 comments:

Beth said...

I'm reluctant to comment for words just don't come - but this is beautiful and heartwarming. Thank you.

Suzassippi said...

Thank you, Beth, for being here at this moment. Somehow, I just thought I needed to put these feelings on Lottabusha. I guess I am not done yet, after all, am I?

Beth said...

Lottabusha is still in my reader, I can't let it go. Thanks for sharing.

Lana Pugh said...

There was a song playing on the truck radio the night I won my first big time trophies on Yogi. That was in 1994. If I heard that song today I would sing it at the top of my lungs and cry at the same time. Little things.

Suzassippi said...

Little things, indeed.