hey everyone-- I'm back, but I've moved. 

I'm over here now. Still on Blogger. 

I am VERY proud of what remains here. 

We are all doing well. The kids are all doing great: moving on with their futures... we still have the same two horses. The new pony ended up rescuing my daughter like only an equine can, with warm hugs around a strong neck. 

My Guardian Angels in a Conference
Thank you to everyone for your prayers and support. A special Thank You to the friends here who have contacted me over the last four years. It made a difference then, and it still makes a big difference now as I remember all your kindness stretching out from the corners of the blogosphere. 

Never question the impact you make.

I will be writing about many aspects of my life, but since we are involved with the horses every day, I am sure there will be plenty of equine posts. In fact, one of my first is about Dream's 'big moment' running away with me (at a walk, of course.) 

He is the most wonderful gentleman I have ever known. 

I hope you are all great. I look forward to sharing with you all again.


Intrepid, 2010 (IRE)
Northern Dancer, Sir Gaylord, Never Bend,
Round Table, Raise A Native, Nashua,
Mr. Prospector, Alydar, Danzig
Seattle Slew
Invincible Spirit (IRE)


Turning Point

It's the Third Day, and HOPE is still in the air.

I am in love with the future for the first time.

We, all who know what I am talking about--
have been inspired, and united...

"He's done IT!
After 37 years,
American Pharoah
has won the Triple Crown!!!"

No one ever heard anything like the roar of 90,000 fans at Belmont that day. They were all fans by the time American Pharoah went speeding home in his last quarter mile at 24.32 seconds, taking .68 seconds off the record for the final part of the race. 

American Pharoah's team generously donated their winnings to cancer research, Thoroughbred horse rescue, and many other charities. It has been so wonderful sharing news of their generosity with my 6 children, since the 2015 Belmont was run on the 3 year anniversary of losing their father to cancer. 

My almost 13 year old daughter and I watched the race next door at our neighbor's. Our OTTB's grandsire won the Triple Crown when I was almost her age!

She knows she has witnessed History.

Her 5 Brothers also kept track of the race.

Sharing that historic moment together was wonderful!!

I just want to say a hearty, BIG 


We were told for years that this 
 most difficult feat in all of American sports
was unachievable in the new racing era. 

American Pharoah, as we know, ran straight and long-strided, gliding his way-- and making the seemingly impossible look effortless. 

Hyperion, Nasrullah, Hail to Reason,
Northern Dancer, Secretariat, Ribot,
Storm Bird, Blushing Groom


Heaven's Gain

Today is Ebony's first birthday in heaven. We bought some wildflower seeds to scatter in the field she was born in. Below is Aislinn with Ginger~

"I trust you."
 Aislinn and Ginger

I had three days of driving Scott back and forth to Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center, Lebanon, NH, to the Norris Cotton Cancer Center. A visiting friend drove one of the days (out of four) and literally saved my butt. We are at a place whose care is at the same level as Dana Farber (Boston) and Sloan-Kettering (NY). Our oncologist is wonderful; all the people there are wonderful; I highly recommend them.

On my first day back home again, I woke up exhausted and fell back asleep on the couch. Then my first choice of therapy was going to the barn with Aislinn. We had a wonderful couple of hours. She even rode Ginger around the pasture, bareback, with reins clipped to the halter. Noah helped me groom Dreamport. Dream was very affectionate and appreciative. We were both happy for the time together, I think. I also think Dream needs me a lot since Ebony has died.

After that, I took the kids fishing at the river. (No luck, so we bought hot chocolates.) There is a river that runs through our town, and we own 100 feet on its bank.The rivers have been stocked with trout. I do not like hurting fish with hooks, but my kids got started on fishing with their Dad. I dozed while they fished!

Today I bought a grazing muzzle for Ginger. Our pastures are growing. She needs a muzzle just a bit larger around the nose than little miss Welsh Ebony did. I hope I can encourage Ginger to use the muzzle. We will see! First, I have to get that rubber smell out of it. I think strapping that to her nose right now would be cruel!

I hope everyone is having a nice spring. We are supposed to have beautiful weather all week. Scott has another 3 days of treatment the first week of May. Our oldest child will be 20 years old that week. I don’t really ‘see’ much further than that right now: Caleb has a graduation in June; Aislinn has a birthday in July...maybe my life will not be more turned upside down than it already is, by then.

Tonight, on my way to the barn, I just had to thank the horses for making some of-- and in many ways, the very worst-- days of my life…still have moments that are memorably wonderful. Thank goodness for the horses and the children for this, and for friends and family and community. We are in God's Hands, no matter what.

"In the world ye shall have tribulation: 
but be of good cheer; 
I have overcome the world."
John 16:33

 Heavens Gain, 2000
Count Fleet, Northern Dancer, Hail to Reason,
Ribot, Bold Ruler, Bull Lea, Mahmoud


**Note: Place for Updates**

Here is a site where we will be updating what is happening with Scott. Some may be wondering, "What's going on?" it's been set up to make that part a little easier...

             Scott's Update Blog is Strength of a Father.

Well, I have to go get ready to give our Noah his 12th Birthday Party. 

Happy Spring. God Bless everyone, and all the horses!


Banish Fear

Am I the only one who writes posts and never gets a chance to put them up?

First of all, I want to say I apologize. I have always wanted to be more in touch with all my internet-horse friends here. Life just seems to keep “getting in the way.” The thought of you all continuing in your writing here, even when I couldn’t, has always been a comfort, and I’m sure it will be in the future.

I’ve had a post written, describing our new pony, for the longest time. I think someday I may get to post it. Right now, I need to tell you that my husband may have a life and death battle ahead. He is in the process of getting diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

We are not afraid of cancer. Pancreatic is one of the most dangerous and deadly. We know Jesus can heal anyone and anything, but if Scott does go to heaven because of this, God is no less powerful. Our faith and trust are with the Lord first, and the medical second. In addition, we always inform ourselves as much as possible on things.

We are in the greatest cancer research and treatment area in the world. Sloan-Kettering in New York suggested a place only a couple of hours from us: (Norris Cotton) Dartmouth...and they specialize in this type of cancer at their center in Lebanon, New Hampshire.

The love of our children, family, and friends, has been awesome, as well as the outreach of our  community. No matter what happens, Scott says I will be able to keep the horses, and he wants me to. He is right. Their therapy is priceless. I hope I don't even have to make these decisions.

The children and I will still be working with the horses sometimes: leading them through obstacles was my plan, and some riding. I see them at least once a day right now and spend time with them. They get fed and seen four times a day and the children do the feedings which I cannot make it to.

I just really know that any time with them will save sanity and perhaps lives at this point!

I really don’t know what else to say, except don’t fret and grieve. Scott is still alive—and he’s with us. Even more importantly, God is with us. It’s not over until it’s over. We’ve gotten that type of "there is no hope left" phone call before, and this is not that. I am thankful that we get to have a fight. No matter what happens, Scott will be okay, either here or in heaven, right? But we sure don't want to end that story NOW!

I have accepted that my husband could live or die. Every day is already like that: when we get in our cars and share the roads with people who drink and drive or text and drive…so many countless things can take a person to their next destination. Right now, we are being careful to “err on the side of life” and not give up. I will come back on and update if I am able. At some point, I will definitely let you all know how it works out. Above all, God has us in His capable Hands. I am ready, because I know He cares and Loves us all. Don’t worry: I still have dreams. Oh! And if you pray, please PRAY.


p.s. I have some pictures:

Dreamer and Ginger

new family members: Cortez and Mittens

 Aislinn finally  got her bunny. Mittens is hers. The boys were given Cortez. When you are a bunny or a cat and you live with a little girl, you might get dressed up. Aislinn is delighted that Mitten's white on her face is exactly like Ebony's blaze. Mittens helped Aislinn with her grief over Ebony a lot. The bunnies themselves have given us lots of healing love. 

Spring! Isn't Ginger beautiful? 

Blue Larkspur, Black Toney, the Tetrarch,
and I love these names:

Summer Girl and North Star

This horse is in Dreamer's pedigree. 


** Note 2** My Comments Won't Post

Hello, all! Just another note about my being unable to leave comments: my genius-techie son is going to check the Java for me when he is home from college this weekend; I have also been advised to try Google Chrome, which I may do...meanwhile, I am still reading and going to catch up like last time as soon as I can!

We are doing alright here: the temperatures went from -5 degrees F to a possible in the 40's today, which feels like a thermal whiplash. We have hardly any snow this winter: definitely the least amount of snow I have seen since coming to Vermont in 1999 (13 winters). However, it has been a year of almost constant ice on the ground. 

This Cardinal stared coming the first winter after my sister died.

I think an early spring is coming, also. Our male Cardinal has recently shown up with a female! Also, a pair of foxes ran down the road alongside my car one evening last week . That same night, a small herd of deer who crossed the road in front of me were already down from their winter deer yard.

So! Here's to shedding out horses before we know it...

p.s. sorry for the blurry photo!

* update: I have only had the chance to experiment with two sites so far, but I have been able to leave comments there~! Yippee! We'll see if my problem has self-resolved...


Me First

Can you tell this post is about feeding horses? 

Changing members in a herd always changes the herd dynamics and politics. This is never more evident than at feeding time! Even in my herd of two, a new routine had to be installed, so that the pony gets no more than she needs, while Dream gets every pound he requires.

Our winters are long and include more than a third of the year with snow cover. Due to this, we split the hay feedings into four times per day during these months.

Dreamport requires about 28-32 pounds of hay forage per day; Ginger’s needs hover around 8! They live together in an in-and-out barn enclosed by pasture. As you can see, my challenge is to get 20 more pounds of hay a day into Dreamer than Ginger. To further complicate things, Ginger is lead mare out there. If I were to just dump the hay out there, she would get way overweight while Dream became lean.

Added to this is my new education about
slow-feeder hay feeding.
I like it for many reasons:

- It is a perfect solution for the boredom that comes from living aboard snow for weeks on end, where a horse cannot even forage the land.

- Slow feeding hay feeders deliver the hay a bite at a time, similar to if the horse were grazing.

- I can hang them low enough to be safe, yet still have my horse’s head down enough for good health (drainage) while he is eating.

- Best of all, the calories are going slowly into my horses, and I feel the calories are being metabolized almost as they eat them: warmth for their bodies, and again, controlling weight for the pony.

- Perhaps most important, slow feeder hay feeders deliver the food in a way that mimics what the horse’s mind and gut are naturally made for: mouthfuls at a time which they work for.

Horses with ulcers and insulin resistance do better with slow feeding, and stable vices diminish or disappear. They also produce less dust than breaking open flakes of hay, and there is hardly any hay waste at all. Equus magazine, Sizing Up Slow Feeders, November 2011, Issue 410.

I bought a few Shires small-hole hay nets. They are secured on the bottom when I hang them. My horses have gotten pretty handy at using them.

In the morning, Dream gets locked in his stall with a stall guard where he and the pony still see each other. He gets 10 lbs. of loose hay, and she gets a loose pound to “take the edge off” any first-feed-of-the-day hunger she may have. Then she gets the rest of her breakfast hay in a slow feeder. This keeps her busy while Dream needs 2-3 hours to eat his hay, and then he is turned loose for a sun-nap with Ginger!

Later in the afternoon there is a snack time when both horses get hay in slow feeder nets. This keeps them happily busy during those nap-to-dinner hours.

The dinner routine is the same as the breakfast routine. Then, 2 slow feeder hay nets are hung up for the long, dark night.

I think some people just fill up their slow feeders and the horses can feed 24/7. I haven’t tried this because I am afraid the pony will gain weight and Dream will drop pounds. For equal horses, it sounds wonderful.

There is a hay net comparison chart here at paddockparadise. There are also some tips at the bottom of the chart. Some sellers are catching on to the idea and are making slow hay feeders available.

Me First , 1933
Upset, Whisk Broom, Broomstick, Bend Or
Sadly, this filly died in 1935. 

p.s. I got invited on a date!
Scott and I are going to see
War Horse
tomorrow night!

update: Winter Storm warning! No driving at night...guess I'll have to wait for the DVD.


Plan B

Well, since I can't leave comments, I'll comment here!

I want to start by saying I am floored, absolutely astonished, by everything that is going on in everyone's horse life and otherwise lately!

That is not what is really taking my breath away: it is the beauty I see in all the reactions to it. I do not know how I have been away from you all for so long. I think I was making the old mistake of working harder and denying myself pleasure when life got rough, as if that would somehow make it better. (It doesn't; we know it doesn't.)

I am making comments here only on the blogs I have been able to get to so far ~

Attentiveness and Flexibility  Juliette returned from sunny Florida and bravely asked questions when she brought her fresh (dare I say, 'vacationed?') perspective home with her. I have missed reading here!

Introspection and Boldness  Kacy faces grief over the sudden loss of Freyda-cat and uses the experience to re-examine what is important in life, with some beautiful, poetic writing (as usual.) Kacy, your post about your mare's wanting to be out on trail instead of at home reminds me so much of Ebony! God Bless you. 

Honesty and Hope  Carol deals with a sarcoid that keeps getting worse (so far) instead of better. She and her husband both ride and show dressage. Encouragement and patience to you, Carol.

Just Plain Cool  I have been wanting to point readers to Imel for such a long time!!! She inspires me. She goes out there riding trails with John joining her somewhere, I mean these 2 are an adventure team (I am always telling my Scott about their adventures). Imel, I am now completely lost and I obviously have to do some back-reading on your blog. The last I knew, it was you guys and Harley, (?) unless I've missed something (which would not be new for me, at all) and now I am reading about all kinds of fillies and I just have to catch up...! Imel is my neighbor (Maine) so I have someone to share the weather with. For some reason, blogger IS letting me post on Imel's blog, but I wanted to point readers to her, anyway.

Sensitivity and Courage  Annette welcomes a new family member in Winston and reassures the existing herd, especially Jackson, who may be moving into his new career as an equine and human therapist..? I take heart in your in assessing the present and grasping the future to include your dreams while staying true to good sense and a loyal heart. 

Outlook and Youth  Dreaming has always been such a faithful friend. Now that a Haflinger saved our Dream from death-by-grief, we will always have a special place in our hearts for them. Being a Tolkien/ Lord of the Rings fan, I am delighted to read about Meriadoc and Pippin and all the other goings on where people live happily ever after. (Anyone who has been married 30+ years and calls her husband 'incredible' automatically gets my reading.)

Integrity and Purpose Way to stand up for what's right! Jen is a family girl who knows her horse stuff and has graciously answered my questions about teaching children to ride, which inspired me to purchase and read Teaching Children to Ride (Wallace).

Insightful and Hardworking  Calm, Forward, Straight : these words define how I'd like to behave each and every day. It doesn't always happen. I love reading about the big grey gelding and his lovely person. I hope Dream and I get to try some dressage one day. I think that is what he is 'meant' for because he loves to use his body and is so smart. Reading here is helpful for me because it's about much more than riding dressage: it's inner voice and feel.

Diligence and Faithfulness  Training Baron I have been reading over here for a long time. This horse person went from a serious wound on her horse past this year to a reserve champion at just their second show together, AND she is a Mom of two very young ones!

Activism and Education  Linda has been keeping up to date with the issue of her riding park being taken and used for development! I love reading about Linda's goings-on with her herd of horses.  She also writes about T-Touch.

Individuality and Art  Once Upon an Equine always writes about so many interesting things and, WOW! Cattle sorting! Doesn't that just sound amazing? I am so impressed and inspired! This blog reflects many sentiments that I feel are probably universal for many of its readers. It is a unifying place to be.

Whew! That was fun. I am going to have to do this again with the blog reads I catch up on, interspersed between updates of my own crazy hectic harrowing sweetly surprising life. If your blog is not on this page, I've probably read it, and haven't been able to "write back" yet!

Thank you everyone for the inspiration and renewed hope I have received from you all.
- Allison

Plan B,2005
War Admiral, Teddy, Northern Dancer, Native Dancer, Raise A Native,
Alydar, Danzig, Nearco, Mr. Prospector...


** Note ** My Comments Won't Post

Hey, everyone! I am trying to leave comments, but they won't post for some reason. I will be looking into why, but if anyone has a suggestion, I'm open to it! 

In the meantime, I am having a wonderful time reading blogs, but I cannot 'talk' to or interact with anyone. (It stinks.)
 - Allison 


Flying Ebony

I have written this post so many times. I guess this is the best way to tell you Ebony has died:

Aislinn's horsehair bracelet made from Ebony's tail hairs

I am sorry it has taken me so long to update my blog. I think many of you understand the nature of grief, and it is best when taken one day at a time and not rushed. Being able to finally post this is really helpful.

Ebony had a middle-of-the-night colic on October 15, 2011. When we found her the morning of the 16th, she was already in deep shock. Her heart rate was doubled and her temperature was 104’F. She’d been violently rolling and injured her intestine and peritonitis had already set in. She was not a candidate for surgery. All she wanted when we saw her was to be out of pain.

Looking back, Ebony has always been a little colic-prone. I even got her medicine in the spring in case we needed it, because I've saved her from colic three other times. Sadly, this one happened in the middle of the night, when no one was there to see it.

She was euthanized at 12:15 p.m. It was a Sunday; we were all home. She was only 12 1/2 years old, and only got to live one third of her potential life span. You could say that she got to live all her life span that was given to her (if you are optimistic and it's a good day).

Scott and I and all six children were able to say good-bye. (I had four children when Ebony joined our family.) She is buried in a beautiful memorial spot, right past the back yard, in the pasture where she always stood watching the children play-- until Dreamer came to live with us in 2007.

This is her grave the day we buried her.

She will always be a part of this farm. We 'had' to buy it because she had already joined our family and we needed our dream: the acreage and the outbuildings/ barn for her. She is part of its history, like our wonderful Star dog who came up from NC with us.

Even more importantly, she is part of a place in our hearts...just like all the family member pets for all of us whose story is embedded in our own. She was the "first pony" for me and my children. She gave "first rides" to not only my own children, but also to my nephews (one is now almost 22 and the other is 5) and my great-nephew, Dawn's only grandson (age 5) to whom Ebony was and is extremely special.


Her final earthly night, Dreamer had spent the whole night standing next to Ebony in the pasture. When we moved her from her spot, he burst out of his stall and trotted around her, stallion-ish. It was the way they said hello almost five years ago, and now it was now good-bye, although I didn’t know it yet. Dreamer might have known. I put him away again, and promised she’d be alright. I never use that word ‘promise’ for this very reason! I truly believed at that point that we would be able to save her. (I did not have her vital signs yet.)

Within four hours of losing Ebony, I had a babysitter horse here for Dream. That was Molly, a Haflinger who did a wonderful job and a huge favor for us. She stayed for a week. If you could draw a horse crying, that was my Dreamport. He looked like he had aged ten years the first two weeks after Ebony died.

He is doing alright now. It took about six weeks to get my ‘new’ Dream back. He'd let me know he was ready to be ridden again. He has a new friend (Ginger). He DID find out that I kept one promise to him: he was never alone. He is still here, and so am I.

Ginger came to live with us six days after losing Ebony.
(I’ll write more about Ginger in later posts.)

With guidance, Aislinn has been able to separate out her grief over Ebony from getting to know Ginger. It has been a process.

There is one sentiment that Aislinn and I just keep sighing: “I miss Ebony.”

When you love someone, missing them will never go away. You should not expect it to! Missing does not mean lack of healing or moving forward: it means you experienced love.

We miss you, Ebony.

Aislinn drew pictures of angel-horses in our house the afternoon Ebony died.

Meanwhile, I heard a song playing in my living room that I hadn’t heard in years. It was a song for my first horse, who also died unexpectedly in 1978.

It was surreal: I just knew I was supposed to get the message that no matter what, God was in control, and it would be okay. Again. Someday. Ebony was in heaven with my other horses. In fact, one of the last things I told her was to go and find them. Aislinn drew me a beautiful picture of all my horses (3 deceased) in heaven, and she drew Ebony's dam there, too. And she drew my angel sister flying above them. In the middle of the picture is a big cross with a dove perched on it.

The beautiful horsehair bracelet pictured above was made for Aislinn by
They are so wonderful there, that they made me a free gift from Ebony's hairs, too!

If you are going to consider doing this, know that you need at least 14-18 inches of tail hair only. I was so fortunate to have had enough length to do this. Aislinn was completely surprised, and it helped her immeasurably.

I was completely surprised by the free gift, which came at a very good (because it is a very hard) time of the year for me; it even lifted my spirits in relation to humanity and kindness in time for Christmas. (I took a real hit in this area when Dawn died.) So you never know what one little act of random kindness will do!

Here are some of the Angel Horses Aislinn has been drawing:

These were put on Thank You notes to the owner of and her braider.

So, here I am—it’s 2012. I am very, very thankful to have you all here to share life with, especially the horses. Thank you so much for being here and listening to all of this with me. 

May we all see blessings and rewards in 2012! No matter what, let’s remember to always stop our lives long enough to tell everyone how much we really love them.
I looks forward to posting good, happy things next.
God Bless!
- Allison

Dreamport is a direct descendant.

This is the other side of the silver hand-engraved  charm on Aislinn's bracelet: 

Ebony, we can't wait to see you again!

I can see you up there, running through the pastures...

(She's been our girl since the day of her birth.)

Ebony's story is here