I’m a bit ashamed to say how long it’s been since I rode my horse.
So I won’t . . .
. . . other than to say it’s been TOO long.
Plus, I also need to say that we’re BOTH a tad out of shape for it.
My Cowboy calls Bonnie a barrel horse, and it’s not because we run barrels . . .
Not kind . . . not kind at all.
(And he wonders why she won’t let him get on her. She won’t!)
But she loves me . . . us big girls gotta stick together.
And yesterday was, for January, a most gorgeous day out.
If you ride, you know what I mean when I say you couldn’t NOT saddle up on a day like that!
My Cowboy’s been gone a lot lately, and I’m not much into “maintenance” while running the place alone. I just seem to not notice when something needs doing. And if it’s a dire emergency, I panic and call the neighbor or my brother-in-law to bail me out.
So we really needed to take care of a couple small things and check fences and gates and cows. And Ruby Sweet Cheeks and Bonnie got the job of carrying us around to do those things that needed doing.
As I’m dragging my saddle over to my horse, I managed to squeak out that Kari Lynn says I should get a barrel-racing saddle, because they’re better for wimps like me. My Cowboy politely reminded me that my saddle is still lighter than his, and we could trade if I’d like . . . no sympathy. (But he did heft it onto my horse for me, probably because he knew we’d never get gone if he didn’t help out because I was too busy leaning against the trailer gasping for air.)
It’s one of my goals this year to get back to riding more often. I used to ride almost every day, but I got busy, and cranky, and Bonnie got injured, and it dwindled down to never riding at all, which probably only made me crankier, because it really is true:
There’s nothing better for the inside of a person than the outside of a horse.
(That’s a famous quote, probably mis-quoted, and I have no idea who said it. If you know, leave me a comment and say so, for pity’s sake — don’t just leave me floundering in ignorance!)
So in the future, you just might be seeing more photos from me like this:
. . . and this: