Les Chevaux

Anyone who knows me knows that I am an animal lover.  By lover, I mean completely enamored of animals.  I was thrilled when we discovered that Puyvert is filled with horses, beautiful horses.  Taking riding lessons when I was young, I aspire to get back in the saddle again while living here.  I have been dreaming about riding and owning a horse for so long now that it just seems part of the daily dialogue in our home.  There is something serendipitous about life, in that after having dreamt about these magnificent creatures for so long that I am now surrounded by them.  Coincidence or spiritual guidance?  I would bet on the side of guidance, but what I do know for certain is that it is very grounding to be in the presence of such natural beauty and peaceful energy.

I am ecstatic to have befriended some new “neighbors,” a troop of 4 horses, who essentially live in a beautiful olive tree grove.  They are quite the eclectic bunch, comprised of all colors... black, white, spotted and beige.  Loulou and Kismet are not quite sure what to make of our new friends, bewildered by their size and more so their unfamiliar scent.  Lovingly nicknaming the spotted female Tonto, who was the first to greet us and is my newest friend in Provence.  The beige male goes by Napoleon, given his short and round physique but more so by his dictatorial demeanor.  The rest of the names have yet to be decided.  The troop says hello daily as we feed them fresh carrots, carefully handled to not have our fingers bitten.  I have a feeling Tonto, Napoleon and their companions will be regulars on the blog...