I grew up in hilly, coastal country. Looking back (as I peer out of an ice-covered Texas window), it was far more than just hills.
The best horsey haikus have verses featuring colts, Ibuprofen, and life’s important lessons: Don’t text and ride!
Smells that others may find atrocious are associated with nostalgic thoughts for people that spend time around horses and cattle.
I love seeing the houses, with their custom kitchens and big showers, but it’s a real bonus if it’s a horse property. If so, I generally scroll right past the home photos and go straight to the pictures of the barn and arena.
I know of a lot of people looking for the just-right horse. Something strong, kind, versatile, gentle, mature-minded, nice moving, enjoyable for all levels of riders and, of course, beautiful. Is it possible?