Inklings // January 2026

Hope you all had a happy Saturday! I just finished potting up a bunch of tiny rose plants this evening. I'm trying a new feeding plan than I have in the past, so really hoping they'll like it and explode with growth come spring. :) 

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1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.

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January's prompt is:

A scene with a horse in book or film

My daughter and I are still working through Laura Ingalls' The Long Winter and I'd forgotten the ending part of where Lady runs off with the antelope and Almanzo goes in search of her:

"He looked back to see the town and there was no town. The huddle of tall false fronts and the thin smoke blowing from their stovepipes had vanished. Under the whole sky there was nothing but the white land, the snow blowing, and the wind and the cold.

He was not afraid. He knew where the town was and as long as the sun was in the sky or the moon or stars he could not be lost. But he had a feeling colder than the wind. He felt that he was the only life on the cold earth under the cold sky; he and his horse alone in an enormous coldness.

'Hi-yup, Prince!' he said, but the wind carried away the sound in the ceaseless rush of its blowing. Then he was afraid of being afraid. He said to himself, 'There's nothing to be afraid of.' He thought, 'I won't turn back now. I'll turn back from the top of that next slope,' and he tightened the reins ever so little to hold the rhythm of Prince's galloping.

From the top of that slope he saw a low edge of cloud on the northwestern sky line. Then suddenly the whole great prairie seemed to be a trap that knew it had caught him. But he also saw Lady.

Far away and small, on a ridge of the rolling snow fields, the brown horse stood looking eastward. Almanzo tore off his glove and putting two fingers into his mouth he blew the piercing whistle used to call Lady across his father's pastures in Minnesota when she was a colt. But this prairie wind caught the shrill note at his lips and carried it soundlessly away. It carried away the long, whickering call from Prince's stretched throat. Lady still stood, looking away from them.

Then she turned to look southward and saw them. The wind brought her far, faint whinny. Her neck arched, her tail curved up, and she came galloping.

Almanzo waited until she topped a nearer rise and again her call came down the wind. He turned then and rode toward the town. The low cloud fell below the sky line as he rode, but again and again Lady appeared behind him." 

I'd forgotten how suspenseful it is! 

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