"If Wishes Were . . . "

When you were little, did you understand that old saying about wishes being horses and beggars being riders? While you were still a child, I mean? Not me. I thought it was hopelessly silly (wishes can't be horses) and never gave it another thought until I was in my thirties. By then I was reading nursery rhymes, tall-tales, fables and jingles to my daughter and of course she asked for an explanation of this one. Pressure on, the meaning filtered through my dense pragmatic thought shields and ZAP! I got it. Reflecting on this now, I wish I had asked more questions along life's path. The result might have been less confusion and more progress.

This is a wishing well outside my home in the desert southwest. It provides household water and accepts coins of any denomination. No refunds. A pack rat removes the coins each evening.