Good people make good barns

So I'm talking about Harv's barn, and why it works for us.

Keeping life interesting

Every time I visit there are people I've met -- but also a bunch of folks I've never met. Some I might not see again. It's like a people watching, a little, and it's fun.

• Right after I moved there,  I was grooming Harv in cross ties, and a girl of about ten in a pink helmet walked up to me, held out her hand, an introduced herself to me.  It was such an adult thing to do, and she had such poise! I was charmed.  
• One night I saw a young Indian girl -- a tiny thing -- on a lesson pony, decked out in a brand-new helmet and boots. Seated at the edge of the ring was a woman in a a beautiful Sari and sandals, looking anxious. 
• One night, Harv and I walked past a group of girls in their teens -- when they see Harv they smile and call out in unison:  "Hi Harvey!" How do they know him? I don't know. Harv has young admirers and a full social life quite apart from me. ;-)

The list goes on. There's a lady who can only visit her horse between chemo treatments; a retired couple and their western pleasure mounts; a mom whose daughter's horse became her horse after the daughter discovered boys; the endless birthday cakes, and baskets of apples and garden tomatoes.