It is a good morning for a ride; cool, but not cold enough to stiffen muscles, and with no ice on the ground to cause slips and stumbles. So Hirondelle and I have an easy canter through the park, and as I'm walking her on the loose rein I see the bustle of the market setting up on Main Street. It's too crowded to ride, but I dismounted and lead Hirondelle down the street. She's used to crowds, and I was curious.
There is a stand set up displaying quilts, jams, fruits, handicrafts. The young girl watching it offered Hirondelle an apple, and passed me a cup of some bright red drink. I thanked her for both, though I have no money to purchase her goods. Hirondelle chews contentedly on her apple as I lead her away, taking a sip from my cup.
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Date: 2010-09-20 01:44 pm (UTC)There is a stand set up displaying quilts, jams, fruits, handicrafts. The young girl watching it offered Hirondelle an apple, and passed me a cup of some bright red drink. I thanked her for both, though I have no money to purchase her goods. Hirondelle chews contentedly on her apple as I lead her away, taking a sip from my cup.