I love to see a beautiful horse and snow falling in huge flakes covering him as if a blanket. The snow falling softly down as feathers upon his mane. His bridle tells me he is loved, soon someone will arrive to release him and walk him into a warm shed dimly lit by the lattern light till the skies turn blue once again. Such gentle loving creatures I so long to own one. To feel the breeze against my face as he gentle gallops into the wind. Joyce Poppen
I bought Christmas cards one year with this same picture on them. I really like this. We always had horses and put a wreath on our barn (still do). We miss our horses but after 40 years, it was time to take a break.