What happens when one small family commits to living close to the land? Gardening delights. Horse fun. Woodland adventures. Shaman insights. And the occasional brush with enchantment.
From Chapter April:
Sidhe Bheg the quarter horse, ever the diva among our three horses, did not deign to roll over the ground, at least not while the two stout Belgians—whom she looked down upon much the way a prim older sister looks down her nose at a muddy, scrape-kneed little brother—were hogging all the bare ground. Arielle called, “Look at Sidhe Bheg’s mane!”
We all glanced toward the brown and white quarter horse. Her mane had been woven into dozens of double and triple strand braids. Daphne walked over to Sidhe Bheg who accepted her pets as if they were only her just due. Daphne stroked the horse’s neck while she examined the braids. She gave the girls an arch side glance and said, “This is fine work. Did either of you do this?” The girls solemnly shook their heads.
Then Natalia spouted: “Faeries braid horse manes!”
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“Seasons of the Sacred Earth”
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