Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013


Yesterday, the twins who live near Polecat Creek Farm came to see Melody. Melody generally likes visits by kids because those visits usually result in treats. Melody loves treats.

At 16 hands, Melody was probably bigger than what the boys expected, but they decided to try to brush her anyhow.

While Melody cast a wary eye at them, she stood stock still and awaited her brushing. She was pretty sure treats would follow.

Both boys took a turn—albeit a brief turn—but they could now say they had brushed a horse.

After Melody had her treats (apples AND carrots!), the boys' attention turned elsewhere—to my husband's tractor collection. The guys may have been hesitant about approaching Melody, but they climbed onto those tractors like they'd been farming all their lives.

I guess guys just naturally like horsepower. But some guys prefer it not be attached to an actual horse. 

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