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A Line in the Grass

Standard writing advice says write what you know. Lately, I’ve known a lot of grass time. Since we mowed the field, Mathilda has been a complete PIA about grazing. Nothing seems to please her. The mowed part is too short. The unmowed part is too long. She’s turned into Goldilocks with a mane. The realContinue reading “A Line in the Grass”

Mystery Revealed

Back in the summer [Salt Mines], I gave vague hints about a new exercise. All will now be explained. The goal is to hand-walk Rodney around the pasture, for companionship, leading to running/trotting around the pasture, for dual exercise, leading to long walks under saddle, for fitness, leading to galloping heedlessly, um, conditioning work. AContinue reading “Mystery Revealed”

Vox Clamantis in Deserto

End of the month commentary on blogging. When I started this blog last December [We begin.], I negotiated with myself that I would blog every day for a one year. Two & a half months to go. Barring miracles, that means less than 100 posts. What would constitute a miracle? MONEY By money, I meanContinue reading “Vox Clamantis in Deserto”

Sam I Am

I’m in love. I think I’ve just met a Saddleseat schoolmaster. His name is Sam. I’m told that if his rider gets serious, he’s perfectly capable of putting on the flash, but with beginners is equally capable of imitating a doorstop. Guess which one I chose. When I arrived at Stepping Stone Farm, I wasContinue reading “Sam I Am”

Foto Friday: Ears

Now, that’s a view I’ve not had in a long time. A long time. (hint) Update. The rest of the story [Sam I Am]

Lesson Ho!

Saddleseat lesson set for today at 11:00 cst. We had to reschedule [Hiatus]. In my excitement, I forgot that lunch is served at 2. Miss M will not be denied. This will be my second saddleseat lesson. I had one years ago in another state. Perhaps Previous Horse was laid up. Perhaps I had aContinue reading “Lesson Ho!”

Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet …

… we’re hunting pwogwess. Wodney, er Rodney, may not be a waste of pasture space for the rest of his days? It’s too early to break out the tack, but Hubby may have made progress on Rodney’s back. As one might expect, his back is turning out to be central to his whole way ofContinue reading “Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet …”