Pied Beaty

“Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies as coupled colour as a brinded cow
For rose-moles all in stipple on trout that swim
Fresh-fire coal chestnut-falls; finches wings
Landscape plotted and pieced fold, fallow, and plough
And all trades, , their gear and tackle and trim

All things counter, original, spare, strange
Whatever is fickle, freckled, who knows how
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle dim
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change
Praise him” (Gerard Manley Hopkins(

…and piebald cobs.

We bought Florence home a year ago today. What a horse!

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