I remember how much I wanted a horse when I was a kid.  It was an overwhelming desire to possess such a magical beast, one that could take me many places and not necessarily those located on a map.  This wanting, needing starts so early many of us can’t remember a time when a horse wasn’t somewhere in our imaginary universe.  I think I wanted a horse even before I had met one in person.  So I am watching with a wistful happiness as a young friend of 15 gets her first horse and a love affair begins.  She has had Dakota for only a few days but already you can see the bond of affection.  It conjures up, in one big swell, a lifetime of gratefulness for the profound influence that horses have had on me.

Snow, ice, sleet and freezing rain tumbled out of the skies over Aiken, South Carolina for 48 hours and shut down commercial and personal life this Monday.  The South isn’t prepared for more than a flurry and local weather reports were full of foreboding.  But truth to tell, the ice that followed the first few inches of snow overnight would have put any locale into hibernation.  Sidewalks and roadways were so icy that every step required concentration.  Whiskey Road Hunt hosts out-of-town guests for a week of fox-hunting and socializing during Hunt Week which is but a mere 21 days away.  Foxhunters coming from the north as far north as Ottawa, Canada have traditionally counted on mild weather with daytime highs in the 50s and low 60s.  But here we are in the middle of a cold spell and the town of Aiken is quiet – a palpable hush, no cars, no noise, no one on the streets. A sight most unusual - snow on the Aiken Standard Newspaper box.

A large storm blew up the Atlantic Coast on Christmas Day and it wasn’t until mid-day that the weather forecasters were predicting snow, and alot of it, for Chester County.  All of a sudden, a day which should have been spent relaxing and drinking spiked eggnog in front of the fire became one of hurried preparation.  The storm gathered steam late in the day as it picked up moisture over the ocean, then it headed west to drop it all in the form of snow.  Atlantic City got about 20 inches, Kennett Square about 8, most of which blew away the next morning in gale force winds.  My thoroughbred hates anything in his ears, including snow flakes, and he sure was happy to spend the night in the barn; the pinto could care less.

Jake Chalfin is a handsome, upbeat, charming gentleman. Growing up in northern Chester County, drawn to horses at an early age, he joined Pony Club and rode to hounds with Pickering Valley. He went away to college, returned home all grown up, got a day job to pay the bills, then did on his off hours what his heart directed.

"A little Sherry? Why, I don't mind if I do." As if it weren’t enough to have had the Green Spring hounds visit us on Thursday, two days later on Saturday, November 20, Cheshire packed up lock, stock and barrel and drove to Monkton, Maryland for a Joint Meet with Elkridge-Harford Hounds, meeting at Hanlon House, the farm of Mr