If Wishes Were Horses….
This photo above is what I see when I get up many a morning. Sometimes I have to look pretty hard to make sure my 3 are still in the mist somewhere! 3 is the lowest number of horses I’ve had in years but its a good number for now. My thoroughbred mare was bred this spring so with any luck we’ll have a foal next year. My other two are bookend chestnut arabs— a matching pair in looks and in habit! They both are quirky, smart, slightly neurotic but personable and sweet. I love ’em! The tb mare is a steady, calming presence! Thats kind of scary– the tb being the calm, quiet one! 🙂 We’ve got some drafty, cold blood in this new foal to hopefully make a pleasant mix with all these hot blooded horses! I’m hoping for a filly with 4 high white stockings like her daddy!
I found the rest of this saying. It is an old Scottish proverb and goes like this:
The full Scottish proverb: : : : “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride: : : If turnips were swords, i’d wear one by my side: : : If ifs and ands were pots and pans, : : : there’d be no need for tinkers’ hands