Autumn arrived and I returned home. My soul has been longing for this. The fresh air, the silence, the darkness after sunset. The horses’ soft muzzles and Nalle’s thick fur. This is where I grew up and this is where I’m rooted.
My parents live in the house where my father grew up. My grandparents sold it to them when I was 10 and we moved away from asphalt, streetlights and taking warm water for granted. Here, you would have to make a fire to start the boiler at least two hours before you wanted to take a shower. But we won so much more. Like all the animals, horses, sheep, dogs, cats, rabbits.
Ronja, my Norwegian horse, is the animal who has lived on the farm the longest now. She’s 31 now and has retired but still keeps the grass short in the fields and comes along on rides with Falcon, our younger horse (who’s 25 years old). I could talk about her for hours but what sums it up might be all the times she’s offered a thick mane to cry in. A low murmur to comfort my distress. A soft muzzle carefully stroking my cheek.
Falcon, her little brother of sorts, arrived only six years ago. He used to be at the riding school I went to as a kid and I remembered how safe I always felt on his back. Now, he was about to retire and needed a new home where he could grow old in peace.
For a lot of reasons, I haven’t been horse riding that much these past years, but this fall I’ve started again. Every time Falcon and I ride out together (still accompanied by my father walking with Ronja) I feel a little bit safer with him. I feel like I know him more.
Although this blogpost came to be mostly about the horses, no declaration of love for my childhood home would be complete without an introduction of my best friend, partner in crime and filifjonk (a made-up word for the best, weirdest and cutest ever). Nalle is my golden retriever – labrador retriever mix/polar bear who lives with my parents. Of course, he deserves an introduction of his own in the future, but for now, before this post grows miles too long, let’s settle with the conclusion that I was in great hoofs (and paws) this weekend.