one thing leads to another

So, the woman who owns the norman rockwell-looking barn around the corner from me called me this morning. She said she had shared my story with a girlfriend, Gwen, who might be interested in boarding Gwin for me. She lives just under two miles from our house, and she only has two horses. One is her own, and one belongs to a friend of hers who she's boards to. 

She gave me her info incase I was interested in contacting her. 
I thought about it, talked with Greg and prayed on it. Then I called her in the late afternoon to get a feel. 

She invited me over immediately, and so I went. 

Her place is a dream. She brought me to the barn, pointed to her house and said, "that's where my husband lives". As we walked through the doors into her barn she said, "and this is where my husband says I live. And I suppose he's right." 

Her place is SO clean that it's hard to believe it belongs to horses. Two, beautiful, big bay horses. One Mare and one Gelding. 

Gwen had multiple pastures of gorgeous grass with not one single dropping on any of them. I asked her where in the world all the poop was. She told me she cleans it up twice a day, breaks it and uses it as fertilizer in the hay field. 
Whoa!

She has a lovely round pen, rubber mats under the lean-to "so the horses don't have to stand in dirt of mud", she slow feeds hay, times pasture grazing, and watches their diet and supplements admittedly better than her own. 

This facility is more like a day spa for horses. She has a little heightened landscaped area in their pen near the barn where she had sand brought in so the horses could lay there instead of on the ground... seriously. 
I'm kind of in love. 

Gwen told me all about the two horses there, the other boarder who she trail rides with, her riding club and their activities, and showed me the ropes of her daily routine of spoiling and pampering her passion. 

She told be about all the places near that they ride together, and assured me I will never have to worry about not having a trailer to go for away trial days. Someone always has an extra stall we can put Gwin in. 
Hello? Jesus? This must be all You.

There are many more awesome things about this potential arrangement. If that is believable. But suffice it to say, I'm praying about making arrangements to move my baby just a two minute drive from my house. Amen!