Every morning the horses anxiously await the arrival of Roley and Isaac with their trailer full of hay. The horses whinny, nicker, and vie for position at the feed manger as they impatiently wait. The crisp January air is mixed with the familiar smells of hay, horses and diesel fuel. This morning is warm and bright with the sun filtering through a layer of lingering fog. Not every morning is as pleasant as this but every morning is worth the hard work to be able to live this life. Almost 80 years ago, Great Grandpa Wood was doing this very thing every morning; getting up in the cold morning hours and feeding his livestock. We are so thankful that he started this all those years ago and that we get to continue on as a living legacy of his hard work.
