We spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon enjoying brilliant, healing vibrations as a beautiful harpist made magic with her harp.
Our, almost ten year old, granddaughter found it rather amusing to be the only child in a room full of aging hippies. A fact that she stopped noticing once that she was totally absorbed into the music.
The relaxing sounds of the harp brought a relaxing, peaceful feeling to the room as the harp filled the room with its vibrations.
We, our granddaughter, more than anyone, loved the two encores that were gifted to us.
Our day got even better as we were given a basket and permission to gather fallen apples and feed them to the horses.
Six gorgeous deep brown horses soon gathered near the fence by which we stood.
In the words of our granddaughter, the horses had come to say thank you for the sweet treats that we had provided them.
Just as we had said, thank you for the gift of a wonderful afternoon of music, fellowship, and horses.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 