I remembered to sink the corner post deep, filled the hole with Quikcrete, and topped it off with dirt. Then double braced it to a clean ninety-degree angle. Most of us weren't born here; we built this home as an affirmation of a life we dreamed of, greater than hooves or feathers, than language or habit. But the elements are not tame; the sun passes behind clouds and winds blow icy rain in cutting diagonal lines. What hasn't been washed clean away is left in mud that has pulled the smell of death from the dirt. For those buried here and for those yet to find home, shore up this foundation. Stand tall, lifting worn tools used by others before us, our good work will hold beyond this storm, as sure as the sun burns musty fog to sparkling green.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)