A Day At The Barn

Adventures in Saddle Seat


Since the Fiat [What’s In Your Stocking?] has gone to join its ancestors, we are a one-car household for the moment. Therefore, I was dropped off at Stepping Stone Farm in the morning and retrieved in the evening. Much joking was done on the subject of adult day care, bringing my nap mat, and getting a good report at the end of the day.

I watched the cycle of the barn. A morning lesson for an adult. Training work-outs. Afternoon lessons once the kids got out of school and adults got out of work. Amongst all that, we went out for lunch. I had my lesson. I regretted not bringing that nap mat.

The more things change … After six years, we have a new crew of barn rats. The kids I met when I first came to the barn have grown up and gone off to college, marriage, and other life choices. Some of them still come out as work or school allows. Others, I only see on Instagram.

Neither could I identify the new horses. In my defense, they are all variations on a theme. A field full of bay Thoroughbreds? No problem. A barn full of chestnut Saddlebreds? Um, which one is Sam?

… the more they remain the same
. Horses. Kids. Training sessions. Riding lessons. Yes, we are all unique intersections of the time-space continuum. The roles we fill repeat over time.

If I’d had a car, I would have gone home. Being dependent on a ride meant I stayed to watch the entire day unfold. Limitations can have interesting benefits. I still want my truck back.

Do you work with kids? Is it weird to watch them pass through on a endlessly-renewing conveyor belt?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

4 thoughts on “A Day At The Barn

  1. Kids came and went through Avenel – I was there nearly 20 years. One young woman was inspired to become a librarian because of me. One girl came out decked out in western wear and when asked why said she knew all about english. I glared at her and she said she knew all she wanted to know about english. Can’t argue with that. For a (thankfully) short time there was a diplomat’s son who was as nasty a piece of work as you can imagine. I usually came out when the kids weren’t there. Once I came out and a girl asked if I was going on the trail and could she come as her mother didn’t want her riding out alone (understandable). She was very nice and our walk was pleasant (that was all I was planning to do anyway). Mostly kids came and went, ditto their ponies, so I didn’t have that much contact.

  2. “Yes, we are all unique intersections of the time-space continuum. The roles we fill repeat over time.”

    Thank you for framing the idea so well. I have thought about this for many years but I have never seen it written with such crystal clarity.

    You are wise beyond your years.

  3. @debandtoby & kpmautner. I’ve not been around kids enough to have an idea what is typical for X age & what is the individual. Never wanted to be, so that worked out.

    @Louise. Too kind.

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