I was a senior in High School when my parents bought the small farm they’d always wanted. 60 acres in the rolling hills of Piedmont NC. Previously it had been a dairy farm. All the cows were gone, the milking machinery removed, the fences sagging, the pastures overgrown; it was beautiful. And it was just in time because the following month we won a horse as a door prize. My sister, B, convinced my dad that I wanted to go to the Central Piedmont Arabian Horse Association show for my birthday. For the first, and only time, my father bought us all tickets and took us to the horse show. The tickets gave us all a chance to win a door prize, a five year old Arabian gelding named Nabor’s Gem. We only stayed at the show for an hour or two so we missed the drawing when my father’s name was pulled out of the pool of tickets. It was after dinner that our dad got a call from a man who worked at the Post Office. An Arabian enthusiast with a small, family-run horse farm, the man took the deer prize ...
Kit Katzen Works & Whatnot pages of wonders and thoughts about North Carolina, painting, nature, animals, birds, color, history, greenways, hikes and trails