A tale of the trail

The sun is coming up ,got to get the trailer hitched to the pickup .That done I head for the corral to get my horse. He's standing in the corner soaking up the suns first rays, his sorrel coat shining in the morning light . I clip a rope on his halter and we head for the trailer, once loaded we head for the foothills of Sonoma County. we travel for about an hour and then make our way down a bumpy dirt road... I pull my trailer into a clearing that is lush with short green grass, lovely purple Lupons, and yellow Buttercups.
I unload ole Buddy and pull my gear out of the tack compartment of the trailer. Then run the brush over my horses back removing the dirt that is ever present. Tossing the blanket then the saddle on his back , he side steps a bit but doesn't really resist. I put the bridle on and mount . we head for a cow trail that gently slopes into a stand of oaks and brush. Buddy's hoofs hit an occasional rock with a sharp ping, we clear the stand of trees and start the up hill grade . I can feel my horse's front leg and sholders work and we move upward, we arrive at a level place on the side of the hill where and old stone homestead is crumbling , only one wall is standing . I dismount and walk over to the ruins, a blue belly lizard is bobbing up and down on a rock as I near him he darts for cover . Tying ole Buddy to a nearby tree and finding a rock to sit on , I try to imagine what it was like to live in this small rock house so many years past, a time that was hard but uncomplicated.... I sigh and listen to a blue jay and wish I had lived in the days so long ago...