Turn Out the Old Broodmare

Cowgirl Ramblings

 


I’ve recently decided that I am fast approaching what I call “broodmare” status. Nothing center-drives that harsh fact home faster than having a beautiful and elegant seventeen-year-old daughter. (And possibly the sway back, crabby attitude and hay belly that is starting to appear). As much as I tell myself I don’t mind getting older, that age is only a number, I still seem to gracelessly accept this fact. But {hay}, I am also discovering there just may be some benefits to being the old broodmare...Here’s why:

• Fillies are oggled over for their looks. Ya know, nice straight leg...



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