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The Blaser Farm

 
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Blaseridge Farm is located on over Fourteen of Ocala, Florida’s most beautiful acres, with lush green grass paddocks and large live oak trees for shade that any person, let alone horse, would love to call home. The Blaser family have owned Arabian horses for Twenty years now and have bred a few select horses over the years, since they have been in Ocala. They have done limited breeding, while starting their own family and have taken their time in studying genetics, pedigrees and conformation, while striving to obtain and maintain a good quality herd of horses from the hoof up.

 
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The Blaser Horses

 
Blaser Marcon

One of our foundation mares and best producers for us has been our black *Aladdinn Granddaughter, KF Bold Lass, who we sold to Sweden. While remembering the black stallion movie Kim always enjoyed as a child, finding a black Arabian horse that was worthy of her owning and that she could afford, was a harder task than what she had ever realized. After studying pedigrees and lines that produce the black gene for over ten years, the realization of just buying a black horse rather than trying to breed one, was the key. Bold Lass consistently out produced herself with each of the six foals she has had, five fillies and one colt to date. We are extremely excited to have this wonderful and Exotic young colt she produced in February of 2008, named Blaser Marcon, who is by the Exotic stallion QR Marc.


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The Blaser Family

 
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Kimberly was born in South Florida and raised in the Florida Keys, just south of Key Largo on an island named Islamorada….  Might have been were they found the name for the famous *Bask son named Islamorada.  Loving horses, she worked with people who owned a few on the small island and when she was old enough, purchased her first horse, an Arabian.  Since owning that first Arabian horse, she knew that the Arabian horse would always be a part of her life, they are just that impressive, not just the most beautiful.

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Photography by Kimberly Blaser

 
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Most of our horse and family photos are taken by Kimberly, unless specifically marked. Here are some other pictures that Kimberly enjoys taking, which is anything beautiful. 

 

Only For Love

 

Dedicated to Kimberly's late father Charley.....

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The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt the elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.

Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. "Why do you not at least dispose of "The Old One." She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save where you can. Why do you keep her anyway?" The old man looked down as his worn boot scuffed at the barn floor and his arm stole defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her to him and rubbed her gently behind the ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love.... Only because of love."

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Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley. So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One". In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury.

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By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who had come to their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us, therefore, climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared."

And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked up and gasped in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this.

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Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy as he pulled his wife forward. There, beneath the tree, was their Christmas gift. Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping daintily through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of those she loved. Her body was brittle with years, but the golden brown eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift - because of love.... Only because of love.

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Nicolas & Kimberly Blaser
Ocala, Florida (USA) ~ phone (352) 427-7292

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