Staying at the “new” farm means not being able to see good friends at the “old.”
So many good days together out there, and I’ll miss Nancy, my friend and partner in crime, a lot. Have a feeling we still have some adventures together, just need to come up with a plan 🙂
Today, honoring the wonderful, enigmatic backdrop of the covered arena at Twisted Oak. It is absolutely magical – the colors and vegetation forever changing with the seasons. A treat and an honor to ride there.
I know the beauty can’t come through in the pictures enough (it wasn’t the focus at all when they were taken.) but it can look like a piece of art sometimes when you’re there. The twisty trees, the droopy tiny branches, the shadows, the moss, and the different leaves throughout the year…
So here goes, pictures from several different months! Ignore the riding, just look at how the colors change throughout the year!
Spring time March.
The never-ending summer. August. So hot you can taste it.
Early fall in September.
The minute you consider yourself not good enough, too old, or without enough talent.
There’s no shame in that. Everything has to come to an end at one point. And that’s alright. Accept, and move on.
Maybe it’s the “move on” part people get stuck on? Ranting about it. Endlessly telling anyone who cares, or sadly just ended up within earshot, how they would be doing it if it wasn’t for A, B, or C.
Isn’t it exhausting to listen to?
Of all role models, I mostly admire the ones who’ve been able to stick to their passion for years and years. The ones who stuck it out, decided over and over that, nope, it’s not time to quit just yet.
It’s beautiful. To be able to continue on – that’s not for everyone. And a gift.
Who hasn’t had to end many things throughout the years? Often not by choice. And often because the body decided it was time.
Allow it to slip like a piece of cool silk, easy, without trying to grab on. A happier ending, especially for others around. While opening up so many other possibilities.
That was a lot of rambling. Not really the style of this site. Nothing to tie up the end of the post with either. Back to horses.
Late morning pictures.
Late, but too early to get up. No one came to say Hello. Is it still called Catching In Pasture, if you have to go all the way down there, making that “possible-cookie-crinkle” in the pocket just to get them to stand?
– No thanks, still sleeping.
Today, giving you –
A single view of the most ravishing, superfit, ultimate loyal Dalmatian friend.
This is Hallmark Roll The Dice, 6 1/2 years old, camping last weekend. He has matured into a 2% body fat, extremely strong and loving family dog.
If you can adjust your life to accommodate a dog like this. Go for it.
Here’s where she is in the training.
Or, full disclosure, here’s where she is for 3 seconds in the training!
The canter is really coming along, which is so encouraging! Right now our problem is to stay within the set tempo.
Earlier, she’d rather not bother to canter much at all. Now, she’s gotten stronger and rounder over her back, and has decided it should be done with gusto, faster and faster. Or yeah, not-at-all-thank-you-very-much-I’m-stopping-alltogether-now.
Have to regulate it just right. Last week, that seemed like it would take forever. She hated it. Then Friday I tried some (almost) serpentine work just for kicks and she stayed so soft and controlled through the turn on both leads.
Thrilled with her! Paying NO attention to transitions that time. Would have been too much…
Trying to leg yield both to, and away from, the rail. Sometimes it works.
Another great thing (but at the same time challenging for now.) is a huge amount of blow/snorting during the canter. She used to be quiet, never breathing all the way through, not truly releasing and giving the feeling she was working in it.
Several rides she’s done so much relaxing and blowing that we completely fall apart and have to start over. Very good problem to have! Just need to figure out how to allow it to happen and carry on, earlier.
Last week we got lost.
I didn’t mind. Usually you can just find the way, and if not, just turn around and search for the same trail, right?
She did mind. Miss gray mare, walking fast and hard up the hills. They were steep, very boggy in places. Had to work it to keep up with her.
Pasture Pics – the only ones today.
Going downhill she’d chew the bit and froth, grunting the “bolt-coming-up-soon-because-I-hate-bending-and-sitting-and-walking-down-and-besides-I’m-all-alone-out-here” grunt.
Took a while to figure out we were following a deer trail, not the main trail. Getting the cantle of the saddle scraped up by low branches should have been a hint.
Seriously, it was really fun! And she had a blast. Didn’t have a death wish enough to stop and take pictures, but she was cute hoofing it over logs and sliding down a mossy hillside.
Clearly, you’ve figured out I did a little more walking than riding on that trail outing.
Next time, when it has dried out, we’ll keep it more grown up. Staying on on the main trail. Keeping dressage boots mud free and fleece leg boots clean.
Spring is here in California.
Betting it will last about 10 days, then it’s all summer in my book.
It’s a paradise in early March!
Some spring shots from the barn, to set you off for a great weekend:
Early morning, before feeding, horses can be found at the very bottom in this pasture.
Found this creature eating a branch. Because that makes so much sense with all that grass around.
The super ferociously dangerous horse-eating piglets had some free ranging out of the barn. They look so cute and pastoral here, but watch out or maybe they’ll try to eat a hoof. For sure.
No longer scary, the cattle.
Another sure spring sign; shedding. Groom just one horse and there’s almost enough for making a soft little, I don’t know, hat?
Spring = Sweaty horses again. This is Calynda, after a shower. She’s a Friesian-Warmblood Cross, in for the day for training with another mare.
Alexis with Castiza. Probably the last shot of bare tree branches.
Another spring sign – riding with one hand in a gardening glove, two fingers in one hole. Maybe not a spring sign, but definitely a sign things are really crazy painful but fun 🙂
It worked OK, back on tomorrow!