This is Delia, the beautiful mare I rode for the first time last week. It was a thrill, a revisitation of the time when I had BJ, who looked a lot like Delia. I used my own old saddle to complete the experience. It seemed to pull me out of the doldrums I've been in since I got the letter from my ertswhile husband's lawyer.
On another note, four of my recent little paintings sold at the gallery opening last night. It will behoove me to take the money straight to the fuel company.