September is here, you can feel it in the air. The rustle of the trees out stretched branches. The clip clop of the horses hooves as they race across the open pasture. The smell of the winters hay stacked neatly in a line, waiting to be used. The sound of a cup of oats scooped out of a brown bag and poured into a bucket. The velvety soft ears as they flicker back and forth awaiting the footsteps bringing breakfast. Here there is just a touch of cooler crisper weather, a break from the warmer weeks of summer past. There is something about fall that takes the crisp air, clear sky and open range together with a wonderful view from the seat of a massive steed.
September, this is going to be the start of a beautiful fall.