I try to trade pens with the ponies and my QH mare, Nita, frequently to help with the boredom for my equine friends. So Traveler and Stormy, the ponies went into Nita's pen and Nita went into the pony pen yesterday. We have a large pile of dirt in Nita's pen that we are gradually using to fill in low spots and places where the dirt is down to hardpan, that is like cement. The ponies were fasinated by that big pile of dirt.
Nita first watched the neigbors dogs that she usually sees from farther away, and then she discovered that if she pushed on the fence enough she could just reach the big clump of purple asters that were growing outside the fence. So to save the fence hubby put her into the smaller pen that has the pony shelters in it. It was still someplace different for her to be while ponies played in her pen.
The air was crisp on Sunday morning. Frost still covered the grass in the shady areas.
What it is, I don't know, but there is “something” about reflections in calm, clear water. An image within an image. Real. Yet not real. Seeing what is or isn't there.
Sunday morning, November 15th.
My sister, Sarah, got into belly dancing about 30 years ago to loose weight. It worked and she loved the dancing. She still does it and teaches classes in gypsy dancing, belly dancing and simular styles several times a week in her home. On the day I was there her group called the Eternal Dancers were doing a performance for one of the retirement homes in Las Cruces. I went with them and took photos. Sarah is the lady in the black and orange custume. Denise is the lady with the long curly hair and Jennifer is the lady with straight hair. The seniors and employees at the home loved the show. It was the second time they had danced there and they have been asked to come again. On this day only 3 of the dancers were able to preform but there are several more in the troop. This was a free preformance but they do dance for other events for a fee.
