I’ve always told my boys that there is nothing quite like the sensation of having a horse eat an apple, right out of your hand. You must experience it at least once.
So, on our way to our Uncle’s house,
we, of course, forgot to stop and get an apple. Typical. Luckily, we had a pear in the cooler, and that would have to do.
Our uncle had a pairing knife, so we cut the pear in two, one for each of the boy’s hands (thank goodness I only had two boys with me).
The horses, nibbled, and gave the boy’s the smile I knew they would, while the farm cat looked on….