Even though we awoke to thunder, lightening and torrential rains, I served this festive red, white and blue breakfast to celebrate the day.
Yesterday, when the sun was shining, Rob and I went to see the miniature donkeys at the fairgrounds.
When I was a little girl there was a man who lived just outside of town who raised Shetland ponies. He had a huge field in front of his house where he let the ponies run and play and graze and every time we got in the car I begged my Grandfather to drive by the pony farm so I could see them.
Sometimes we even stopped the car and I got to pet some of the ponies. Did I want one? You bet I did. Did I get one? No
When I got a little bit older, six or seven, I saw in the Sears catalog that they sold donkeys. I decided to save up and send for one. At six I didn't earn much money and I never saved enough for a donkey.
All my life I've carried that picture of a field full of ponies around in my head.
Yesterday the picture came back loud and clear when I saw these adorable little guys.
These little donkeys are so cute and they come in all colors. Most were pretty placid and friendly.
This guy was not happy. He was braying at the top of his lungs, kicking the gate and snapping at anyone who got near him.
As Rob and I were discussing the possibility of owning one, the loud braying changed our minds. Can you imagine ten dogs barking and a donkey braying? All we'd need would be a peacock screeching to complete the mayhem.
Some were walking around on a leash. Some actually walked better on a leash than some of my dogs.
Some were in their pens, just watching the activity around them.
You know I love shaggy dogs. Well, there were shaggy donkeys, too.
This shaggy guy enjoyed having Rob scratch his head.
This one was having a bad hair day.
No, I didn't come home with a donkey, but that dream of a field full of ponies is still there.
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