Oak trees and pipe dreams
Just like certain smells trigger childhood memories, so do pictures and places. I recently had a full circle moment with a heritage oak tree and a pipe corral. I was involved in a photo session, updating pictures for this equestrian blog, when I realized the role those old oak trees played in my youth and my horseback riding memories.
Growing up in Northern California, I rode horses throughout the hills of Contra Costa County. I vividly recall the lush, green pastures after the winter rains. Eventually, the vibrant grass turned from green to golden shades of brown, as did the oak trees scattered about.