Horses of The Hermitage

The Hermitage is a plantation that was owned by Andrew Jackson, the seventh President of the United States. It is located in Davidson County, Tennessee, 10 miles east of downtown Nashville and it is designated as a National Historic Landmark.

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While on my visit I was very taken by the horses I found along the property. I was able to contact the owners who informed me that the name of this breed of horse is Percheron. They informed me that this breed was chosen because they are well muscled, and known for their intelligence and willingness to work. These particular horses came primarily from the Amish.

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Percherons range in height from 15 to 19 hands high and can weigh up to 2600 pounds. The lower thighs are heavily muscled to give the horse enormous pulling power. They are wide and deep through the chest with a large heart girth and well sprung ribs. The croup is level, tying into a large round hip. Most Percherons are black or grey, but sorrels, bays, roans, and other colors are also seen. Many Percherons have white markings on the head and feet, but excessive white is undesirable.

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The breed standard states “The Percheron head and neck are typical of the most attractive draft horse character. Good Percherons have a large and full prominent eye, a broad and full forehead, and straight face. His strong jaw and refined ears attractively set and carried with animation, suggests his Arabian ancestry. Stallions should have a ruggedness about the head and mares should have a feminine look.”

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I have to say they are absolutely magnificent!

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The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Evanescent (Gentle Souls)

For this photo challenge I’ve chosen photos from one of my encounters with the deer at the Stones River Battlefield in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.

The deer are there every morning between 6:30am and 7:00am and they’re only visible for a short time in the morning before disappearing from view for the rest of the day. They won’t wait for you. They’re on their own schedule.

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In the thicket you can get very close if you move slowly and with gentleness. Look away and they’re quickly gone blending right into the forest background.

DSCN8767DSCN8762I love the deer. They’re gentle souls.

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Flower Of The Day – May 17th

“Some people complain that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses” …Alphonse Karr

I haven’t been on here much lately as I’ve started a new job. I’m already missing my mornings spent sitting here in front of the computer contemplating different thoughts on what to write about. Trying to get into a new morning routine.

My rose is from my old church, St. Rose of Lima in Tennessee. Saw it one Spring morning and had to capture it in all its glory.  It reminds me to look for beauty in the simple things.

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Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day was created by Anna Jarvis in 1908 and became an official U.S. holiday in 1914. It began as a day that included churchgoing, the distribution of carnations, and family dinners.

As with everything else, it’s become an over the top commercialization that has ruined the sanctity of it. I despise that. In my opinion, love should never be measured by the cost of a gift.

My favorite Mother’s Day memories remain the ones that began with serving mom breakfast in bed. Cards were handmade. The day was spent together as a family riding in the country. Dinner was a picnic at a park bench before heading back home. These are my early childhood memories and these are the values I’ve tried to instill in my own children.

My mother always said that the best gift you can give someone you love is your time and that costs you nothing. I do believe she was right.

While a $100 bouquet of flowers sent by FTD is thoughtful, it doesn’t compare to spending an entire day with someone and going out of your way to try and make the day special for them. That requires real effort and thought. That’s like getting a bouquet of dandelions picked by little hands that includes a big kiss and a huge hug. One gift you remember fondly, the other is a memory you cherish forever.

A Week At The Beach

I spent the most glorious week at the beach. I am truly in awe of the untouched beauty of it all. I feel so at peace here.  I so love being alone with nature. It is so quiet here except for the sound of the waves hitting the shore.  The smell of the sea fills my senses. The salt water is so healing for my skin and hair. I couldn’t possibly love it here more.

Sitting here alone on this untouched beach paradise with the birds and the occasional dolphin that goes by I feel like I’ve entered some kind of a time warp. I can imagine Gidget and Moon Doggie running around while Don’t Worry Baby by the Beach Boys plays in the background.

So many years of my life were spent cooped up in an office. Sometimes without even so much as a window. This place right here is the place I dreamed of.DSCN9209DSCN9215DSCN9226DSCN9254DSCN9269DSCN9225DSCN9268IMG_2967

 

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