Writer: Tina M. Courtney Guestbook

I haven't heard much from you lately. I thought you had a contest, so I wrote a paragraph.

Springtime in my Pasture
By Lesley Scott


My most pleasant memory that I still feel, hear and touch is laying sprawled on the soft and damp sweet smelling fescue grass of my large pasture. I close my eyes, drinking in the fragrance of the dark, rich soil, wide bladed green, long fescue grass, and the wind stirring around my hair. Beside me is Gertrude, my blond Belgian mare of 2200 pounds. I feel her prehensile nose swishing back and forth on my face. I can smell her scent, a lovely combination of dust and sweat. I hear her long blonde tail, swishing annoying flies. She blows her breath into my nostrils and it smells like sweet cut grass. I blow into her nostril, in answer.