Down on the Farm

My favorite daydream involves wide open spaces and lots of horses. If I knew enough about horses to make a living in the horse industry, I'd be there in a heartbeat. But growing up in a middle class family in the Chicago suburbs didn’t exactly foster this aspiration. It sure doesn’t stop me from dreaming. My farm would have lots of rolling hills. Not too many of those near Chicago. This baby corn row hill is from a  trip to Wisconsin. Notice the slight rise . . .

I get my fix of horses when I can these days. Despite pouring most of our time and resources into our new law practice – Haske & Haske, P.C. – I recently climbed back into the saddle. It felt wonderful. I smiled as much as the ten teenage girls running around the barn, chattering about their favorite mounts. It didn’t feel so good the next day, or even the week after. But really, how would my dream farmhouse be complete without plenty of these powerful beauties in the surrounding hills?

Oh, yes. And I would ride every day and have the strongest thighs of any woman alive. Bye, bye jello legs.