When I was twelve, I wanted a horse so so bad. But my parents were poor. We lived on a bit of land, but it was treed with young willows, and wasn’t landscaped at all. They told me that if I built a corral, then I could get a horse. Never underestimate the determination of a 12 year old horse-crazy girl!! I did it, enlisting my siblings to help saw poles and posts. I dug the holes with a two handled post hole digger, and even helped my dad build her shelter. They took me to visit this gorgeous quarter horse, Miss Peeti Poco. She was from a famous bloodline, but wasn’t able to conceive, so she was no use as a brood-mare. Our 13th birthdays were 8 days apart. I was in love. She lived a long happy life with us and we had many adventures together. This photo, used with permission from the fabulous equine photographer, Karen Broemmelsick Photography & Art , reminded so much of her. I just had to paint it. It’s SOLD to a lovely buyer from Duncan, B.C.
My Painted Life 