The Horses at the End of the Street

My photo

With gratitude for where I live

@Rusty Alderson sent me a writing challenge that suggested I write about what I see when I walk around my neighborhood and/or post photos.

Since I have a mobility challenge, I generally don’t walk around the steep hills in my neighborhood. Once I walked the mile to the end of my street and it took over an hour each way. I later acquired a mobility scooter I could ride all around. It felt a little like taking a bicycle ride which I am also unable to do. The scooter’s life was very short due to battery failure and the large expense related to buying a new one.

I live in a beautiful neighborhood in horse country in New Jersey. I love the view I see when I stop at the stop sign at the end of my street. I am grateful to see rolling green pastures with horses grazing. Sometimes the horses linger at the fence line next to the street. I am grateful to live here. I often think of people around the world who are less fortunate when I sit at that stop sign. Many in the world see ugliness in their everyday surroundings. My neighborhood is zoned for minimum five acre building lots so we are nicely spread out from our neighbors. The homes are stately.

I have found a park in the next town where I can go to walk my dog with less difficulty than I face in my hilly…