Most people know I have a deep affection or perhaps obsession with horses. Actually, my love extends to all types of furry creatures and our farm is a testament to that fact. Just don’t ask how many we actually have on the farm!
I must admit that my love of horses is rooted in the once common Dark Corner livelihood of farming. When I was a child everybody farmed to some extent, even if was just the family garden. But those gardens were much different than the ones we grow today. The family gardens supplied food for the entire year whether fresh, canned, frozen or dried.
However, many people farmed for a living to not only feed their family but provide for others as well. Corn, cotton, beans, cane or a combination were the most common crops. When I was around 4 or 5 on a sunny summer day in a hot, dusty cotton field I first met Kate. Oh my was I impressed! I walked into the field and there she was all 2000 lbs. of her! You see Kate was workhorse, literally. Not bred for looks or speed, but endurance and patience. That day I trotted up to our neighbor Mr. Hart who owned Kate and asked if I could pet her. He stopped Kate with a firm whoa and I walked up beside her and stood on my tiptoes to reach her nose. I recall the scene as if it were yesterday. Kate gently bent her head down so I could better reach her nose and gave me a soft snort. She gazed at me with the kindest brown eye I have ever seen. Needless to say I fell in love right then and there.
My sigh must have been audible as Mr. Hart laughed and asked would I like to take a ride on Kate. He could have asked me if I wanted to fly to the moon and I could not have been more excited! He quickly lifted me up on the back of that gentle giant and we plowed a few rows. I sat directly behind the collar of the harness rig and I remember my legs sticking straight out because Kate was so wide. Mr. Hart softly called gee (right) and haw (left) to Kate to adjust her direction in the rows. For a few minutes I was in horse heaven! To me that big sweaty horse was as beautiful and majestic as any thoroughbred!
So go find your Kate or recall a Kate type moment that inspired you with pure joy. Whether it was last year or 20 years ago, capture that feeling and try to remember why it was special. If you don’t recall a moment like that, I am sure you can find your Kate if you try. Close your eyes, visualize and then go chase your inspiration. Afterwards come back, savor a cup of coffee and recall the moment. Life does not have to be complicated….sometimes all it takes is a Kate!