Simplest Joys Blog Archive on March 16, 2010, 8:55

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

As I watched snow storm after snow storm my heart sank in sorrow. Snow was piling up and I fell into the snow drifts up to my knees when I took my puppy outside. The whole town was shut down and there was no art class, no teen group, nothing that gave me joy each week.

But as I sat thinking, I began to think about mustangs. What were THEY doing in weather like this? I pictured a stallion, his mane heavy with snow, blinking calmly as he looked at his mares, sheltered under a few trees, digging through the snow to find food. The foals, energetic