FarmWife's Top Five Little Material Wishes

FarmWife, content and fulfilled though she remains, does occasionally indulge in wishing. This is a peculiarly human trait. While I, Fenway Bartholomule, may occasionally reach for a tender bite of grass that lies just out of reach, I don't google seed vendors or compare the relative prices of hay in Florida and New Hampshire. I leave that sort of fantasizing to the humans, and FarmWife does plenty for the both of us.

Here are a few of FarmWife's modest material wishes; that is, a list which excludes big ticket items like the eight-stall barn and the 40 acre woodlot.

1) Hind hoofboots for me, Fenway Bartholomule. I do love my front Epics so!

2) A tidy little cart for me, Fenway Bartholomule. Lightly used meadowbrooks seem to go for $700-$1000 in these parts.

3) Another truckload of sacrifice paddock footing for me, Fenway Bartholomule. Last year's purchase worked wonders on our mud problem!

4) A mullen- or low-port liverpool bit for me, Fenway Bartholomule. I'll drive nicely on the snaffle rein of my favorite pelham, but I'd look fine in something more traditional.

5) A second camera, that she might take more pictures of me, Fenway Bartholomule. She's put a great many miles on the family camera, but she hates to take great liberties with it on rugged rides and in inclement weather.

Notice a theme?

Yes, my friends—I am as important in her daydreams as I am in her reality. It's a lovely thing, and there's a lesson in it . . . really, FarmWife has everything she needs.


Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule