After a month off on account of my no-good silly old hock swelling, I travelled with a spring in my step and a song in my ears. The latter, of course, a result of FarmWife's eternal tunefullness, and the former because, quite frankly, I love the trail! FarmWife got a taste of my Mule of the Wind trot, which is really something to behold. It is rather like this, except with a higher degree of ear-flop. Unfortunately, FarmWife put the kibosh on my Mule of the Wind canter, citing lost physical fitness (mine) and high percussive forces (the gravel road's). I could have done it. There's nothing at all the matter with any part of me.
Since I haven't quite managed to raise the necessary funds for FarmWife's Gift of the Decade (though, with the help of my beloved fans, I am getting closer!) I decided to give FarmWife a smaller but no less appreciated gift. Encouraging her to stop and harvest a beautiful flower bouquet, and standing like a statue during her collection of it's various blooms, was my contribution to her material wealth today. Just call me Fenway Bartholomule, Floral Designer and Trail Mule Extraordinaire.
Now for a rousing tune: "♫♪Happy birthday to you, Mr. Fenway loves you! Now give him an apple and carrot sticks too! ♫♪"