Simple Sunday – Shires Aplenty

I know that not everyone who attends their 20 year high school reunion gets to spend some time hanging out with a dozen Shire horses, but if you grew up where I did, such a thing would not even raise an eyebrow (aren’t I lucky?!?)  While I am glad I attended my reunion and found a couple people surprisingly fun to connect with, overall I think I liked hanging out with the horses and a few of my good friends more than the large structured events that were planned.  I will share no pictures of my reunion because, honestly would you really care?  Instead here are some nice horse pictures for your enjoyment.

Shire Horses

Shire butts

I did not take out my camera much while in the pasture because they are rather large, had us out numbered, and some of them were just yearlings and a bit skittish.  The few pictures I snapped were taken quickly so I apologize for their quality but I think you will get the idea.

Shire in your face

Aren’t they just so darn cute!

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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13 Responses to Simple Sunday – Shires Aplenty

  1. Mary Ann says:

    I’m going to be going to a high school reunion next month, and I know there will not be any horses there. Thanks for sharing the beautiful pictures!

  2. katzideas says:

    Very nice.-[My blog is public now by the way]

  3. mimijk says:

    I’m so in love with horses, I would have gone to your reunion just for the up close time with these beauties!! It sounds like once again you made lemonade from lemons – I’m sorry it wasn’t better than your post suggests, and I’m glad you had some friends to hang with and some gorgeous equines to photograph!! hugs, m

    • shoes says:

      The classmate who owns the horses lived just up the street from me while growing up. I had a great time chatting with her and getting to pet her fuzzy beasts of horses. The reunion part was just alright. Most of the group had gone out for drinks, closing out the bar, and staying up way into the morning hours the night before so they had already had lots of bonding time. I decided to skip the drinking part (mostly because I know my kids would get up at 6am like normal) so the next day at the park most of them were hungover with drunken stories to tell. After the initial how-are-you, do-you-have-kids,-where-do-you-live etc. there was not too much left to say. Perhaps I was just too shy, but I did have fun reconnecting with several people and then there were the horses…

  4. Jodi says:

    I thought in the first picture you were trying to tell us you went to school with a bunch of asses. 🙂

    • shoes says:

      Hahahaha! No, I was not trying to make that type of statement at all. 🙂 When the horses were coming at me, a better photo vantage, I was not holding my camera and was being very aware of what they were up to. Then after we got out of the pasture I was too busy talking to remember to take more pictures. So horse butts and one horse nose is all you get!

  5. They are just beautiful! Great pictures!

  6. Yoga Mama says:

    They are SO CUTE!!! And I am so impressed that you attended your reunion. Maybe you can inspire me…surely there is a statute of limitations on social awkwardness and high school hell…right?

    • shoes says:

      Oh there must be but I think it is longer than 20 years as I still felt awkward standing among my high school classmates.

      I had such great childhood memories of growing up just down the road from my friend’s shire farm. I even got to ride one once – it was like straddling a couch and riding around a field knowing you really don’t have any control over where you are going. Lovely horses!

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