The morning’s showers have drifted away and the afternoon is warm. The grass dries off quickly and my mares go down for a snooze. Carefully Cassie goes through her knees to ease herself down, folding her legs as she finds a comfortable position. Minnie remains standing for a few moments, then she lies down too. I walk towards them. Ears prick in my direction, but they are comfortable in my presence and they don’t stir. I sit down beside them.
They look so vulnerable with their front legs curled up under their chests and their hind legs stretched out beside their bodies. I find it very moving. My mares exude an air of dreamy contentment. Their eyes are half closed as they drift in between sleep and wakefulness. I inhale the smell of damp earth and listen to the humming of a nearby bumblebee. It is very peaceful. I lie down and slowly reach out so I can stroke Minnie’s leg. Minnie breathes on my hand. Then she stretches herself out in the grass.
Cassie follows Minnie’s example. They are flat-out, their legs extended and their bellies rising up like two enormous mounts. Cassie sleeps calmly, her breathing deep and regular, but Minnie is having a vivid dream. Her legs kick and mow in the air as if she’s galloping, her ears twitch and she is as vocal asleep as she is when she’s awake; she groans continuously. Then, dream over, she sighs deeply and settles her head. Ah bliss.