Just kidding. I should say horses having a frolic down the neighborhood street through perfectly groomed and just planted yards.
Yesterday, I was running errands and my horses got out. Fortunately there was someone at home to go get them when one of the neighbors kindly came and told us. My son, and a young man who is doing some work for me, went and wrangled them back home again. Unfortunately, in their outing the horses had done some damage to two yards.
One of the neighbors didn’t get too upset but they have horses so they are more sympathetic I guess. The horses did bend over their newly planted crêpe myrtle tree as well as fling up bark dust in their newly landscaped backyard.
The other neighbor was a little more upset. He controlled his anger but I could still feel it plenty. He didn’t yell or anything but the horses had left their footprints all over his freshly smoothed out dirt that he was having planted the next day. He said he spent the last three hours smoothing it again. He let me know if they came over after it was planted he wouldn’t be too happy about it.
I let him know that I would have come and smooth it out if he would have let me know. I felt pretty bad. I went in my room and cried. I felt like moving from our “country” neighborhood to the real country where people are a little more used to animals and their ways. I feel like my neighborhood is not meant for country people but for fancy yard people.