Over on Chincoteague Island and despite the rain, no less while this girl is getting ready to go camping in the sweltering heat, read that as almost 100 degrees, all because tradition has it. I have never been a slave to fashion or trends that are in vogue. Yet, traditions may not be broken nor toyed with. Not since the beginning of time.

I'm pretty sure it is in the bible somewhere. Let me know when you find it.

So there, you have it. Walking around Chincoteague Island, checking out places to pitch my tent, also catching a few peeks of the new ponies born this spring. In a few days, it will all start, as we welcome in another year of the Annual Pony Swim and this post is for #WednesdayWalk with Hive account@tattoodjay. Don't step on tradition.

*It is so hard to accessorize your ponies properly. The beauty is not so much in the way they frolic in the tidewaters, but more the loveliness of their locks, many growing long enough to touch the ground. This is for my #WednesdayWalk with Hive account@tattoodjay, If you post to this challenge, drop your link here

We walk down the main street and everything there are all things pony. Books, signs, saddlery stores, and even trailers to haul your ponies. Oh, yes! For Ninety-three years, everything has been that way. Go back and read about traditions if you don't remember.

And we continue down the street, to see what we can see.

In the winter, the entire island shuts down and the locals get their life back. Oh, but, while it is in season, it is a wonderful little place. Did I tell you that it is all things pony here on the island?

Bicycles are highly recommended for getting around. It is the only way unless you hop the trolley. The traffic can be worse than New York City because there is usually one way there and one way back route to contend with. But, hey! You'll be fit as a fiddle in no time.

And don't forget to watch out for the Horses! And yes, sometimes they do get in the street or on the beach or places they don't belong. It happens.

Flowers. There must always be flowers. One more set of flowers! I promise! This picture is dedicated to #WednesdayYellow #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra! The one who colors my every day.

We step up into the trolley that is ironically called the Pony Express, and go down the street. It's early and yet, everything in the town is open. The internet is a busy place right now, here on the island, so I (im)patiently waited to post this. A true test in faith.

And just like that this walk is done! So glad you could come along. Share your walk with us, we'd like to see what you got to see and where you chose to walk. I hope you had a fabulous time and I think we should meet up here again next week! Until then, keep on Steeming!!!

My little Henry was bought at auction a few years back. There are feral (wild) ponies that live on Federal Land on Assateague Island. They live off the land, so it is important that they cull the herd, to ensure they won't starve. So, every year, they have an auction and raise money for the Fire Department.

¸.♥´¸.•♥*¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥

Don't forget to come back for the Pony Swim, which will be next Wednesday !See you there!

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Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit and comment. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. We live in a wonderful world and some days, it is not as easy to see, how beautiful it can really be. If you have a choice in your day, choose to be kind. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.

I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire

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