But we were horseless. I remember all the grave mowers. I used to follow Elise and his mules to the cemetery. They were majestic.
Mules are pretty, people forget that.
When he died I bought the old harnesses at auction. People took horse collars and put mirrors where the heads used to go. That was a fad. Everyone had harness and leather lying around that they needed to put some use to. Old oil lamps, railroad lanterns, these things look good with a plant sticking out of them.