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About Lancer

The Weather Horse, Lancer; it is what it is. Lancer, is 17 years old, 15-3 hands and 1/4 Percheron and 3/4 Quarter Horse. His friends include Rev and Little John the dogs, Sterling the cat, Zito the horse amongst many other humans. He lives outside (in at night) and has become quite good at reporting the weather in Ashburnham, MA, Elevation 1200ft. He likes carrots and peppermints along with grain, grass and hay.

Hanging out with a Friend

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Bright, brisk, brilliant with ice thickening in the buckets, leaves illegally entering the barn, the Weather Horse hanging with Rev in the ever browning field – grass clipped short freeing the wind to clean up the fallen – blue sky fading to clouds, no smoke from the chimney until it gets cleaned later today, a peaceful weekend to get some pre-winter things done.

Harvesting Crabapples

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Harvesting Crabapples – sneaking them off lower branches, lone crow off to join his flock, no frost or freezing overnight, gray to start with sun waking fading color, still winds and milder temps, another respite from the impending cold.

Frosty Dawn

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Frosty, fabulous dawn with brisk air, stunning sky evaporating to brightness, The Weather Horse passing on crabapples in favor of remaining clover, chickens purring and still laying in shorter days.

Feisty and Furry

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The Weather Horse feisty and furry in a chilly morning, ice in the buckets, long clean shadows in bright sunshine slanting through naked trees, neatly trimmed grass offering up the last tasty morsels, deep blue above, ground browning below, gray creeping through the changing landscape palette.

In the Cloud

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The cloud is real and on the ground this morning – not the virtual cloud from whence this message came – rolling mist shrouding shadow and light, warmish temps making outside work delightful, wood piled, gardens cleaner, no goblins in sight yet, Happy Halloween!

As Color Fades

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Color fading in the landscape, smoke curling from the chimney, light rain has an extra frozen sound as it hits the drying leaves, The Weather Horse coat thickening daily, cat wandering curtailed and transformed to sleeping inside, gray day with quiet air hushed by moisture, trees mostly naked casting no shadow and allowing deeper views beyond lost foliage for the curious.

Frosty Start

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Heavy frost on the field, a flock of cold Juncos searching for food, the Weather Horse and Rev feeding on crabs as usual (Rev doesn’t actually eat them), light later and later in the morning as the days shrink, bright sky with warming sun, beauty day with winds calming, color fading as peak passes, rusty oaks and bronzing beeches remaining dressed for now.

Chilly Crunching

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Chilly crabapples crunching, light frost rising, breezy sky blueing, leaves leaving trees, rodents stashing seeds, final flowers blooming, the fire friend returning, cat sleeping soundly, dogs playing obliviously while the changing season reigns.

Walking Strong

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Frost on the pumpkin under clear skies to start, clouds and temps increasing, flocks of small birds gathered in hordes mingling in patterns over the shedding trees, crows winging in black cloaks, chickens purring in response to green tomatoes, dill harvested and hung to dry, tender plants moved indoors crowding windows, storm doors glassed and needing cleaning, no perceptible lameness remaining!

Fall Moving Through

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The Weather Horse getting fuzzy, coat thickening just in time, another chance to bring in tender plants, a pink sunrise to welcome a warm fall day, colder days to follow soon, grass transitioning to brown and trees naked to gray, ever changing to adapt in advance with intrinsic knowledge, geese flocks flying over low with wings pumping air in short swooshes whispering farewell.