I am tossing back and forth changing the name of my blog.
Farmlife After 40- well – soon I will turn the big 5-0!!! Should I change to name of the blog -to Farmlife After 50???
Yikes – 50!!!
Where has the time gone??
5 years ago I was a little girl flying over fences on a farm in Russell – slinging poop for a ride on a copper coloured pony.
Now I am all grown up with a farm of my very own – two grown children and responsibility abound!
It’s funny – I am turning 50 – and I still feel like that little girl on the copper coloured pony every time I tack up, mount up and cowboy up.
The synergy between horse and rider – the sound of the foot falls – the connection with the horse through seat and soft hands.
The desire to have the perfect circle – the perfect bend in their neck – to feel them round into the trot and then softly float down into the walk.
The anticipation of the canter – the freedom with the wind in your face.
The English discipline so structured – so rhythmic – and the Western discipline – so loose yet connected.
With Little Horse gone – I find my saddle time has greatly increased in the desire to spend as much time up in that saddle as I can in order to gain back the confidence I had as a little girl.
I feel myself getting lighter through the hand and leg. After every ride – I dismount and stretch and say “Wow – I’ll feel that tomorrow” and am bound and determined to take a days break but find myself tacking up – mounting up and cowboying up the very next day – my hips screaming in protest (insert Tylenol Arthritis plug here).
Time wasted not being in the saddle is exactly that – time wasted – the days and evenings are cooler – and the herd is willing.
Every day a different horse to ride – learning the quirks of each.
B Horse is lazy – but so comfortable and steady – dressage training no doubt and apparently loves to jump. While I am not “there” yet – I am determined to be “there” by the time change.
Girl Horse a fireball who has to be held back but has that gaming instinct. Much better suited to Western and can turn on a dime and runs like a rocket sled on rails.
Big Horse – an anomaly – dead quiet one day and afraid of his own shadow the next. A secret – Big Horse threw me a week after we got here and I am a tense ball of wreck when I ride him but slowly I am coming around to relax and he is an excellent teacher. THIS horse is trained within an inch of is life and while I don’t quite trust him with mine – yet – we are getting there.
50 – the Big FIVE OH – oh -oh good Lord.
Where did the time go?
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