Picture this: acres and acres of open pasture land. No bluegrass right now, but pasture, none the less. Miles of black fencing. A few farms had white, but for the most part it is black. Less maintenance, and I was told that horses cannot see white. When you are talking horses that are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, they likely don't want them hurting themselves if there is anything at all they can do. Not exactly the look that I had in my story books, but less obtrusive. The black blends into the landscape a bit better. Before we leave Lexington to head to Louisville we will go to the race horse museum that is just 15 miles up the road. I went last time I was here, and it is fantastic.
Funny just isn't in the keyboard tonight. I had a great day, but it wasn't funny. We relaxed and talked. We went to the Cracker Barrel for lunch. What a fun place. I did a bit of shopping for the grandkids and the new nephew. Mostly I relaxed with a good friend.
I miss Henry (my corgi) something awful. Playing with Molly really made me realize how badly I miss him.
2G is going to bed. It is 1am here, which is 10pm at home, 12pm in Western KY, 10 pm on the laptop and the GPS. My body can't figure out what the heck is going on. I am now feeling like I could just fall asleep midsen