> Forget the red hat and purple dress.
It's turquoise, diamonds and a straw hat.....
When I am an old horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds, and a straw hat that doesn't suit me. I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots, sit in the alley-way of my barn and listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night and ride the old bay gelding (or the old dun mare) across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow.
When people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead of the flowers growing the stalls freshened with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
I will be an embarrassment to all who have not yet found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend.
A friend who waits at the midnight hour with muzzle and nicker and patient eyes for the kind of woman I will be, when I am an old horsewoman.