Pie says, "Anyone for tennis?"
Pie and Foggy think it is really fun to walk across the tennis court. Sovey does not think it is fun at all. Pie used to be scared just like Sovey, but he saw Foggy walk across so now he thinks he is very cute to have a go on our way out to ride. This is from our ride yesterday morning.
Friday was Pie's ride - the day with the curling lip. Saturday was Foggy's ride and he was just wonderful. Sunday was supposed to be Sovey's day to ride, but I didn't ride. Maizie was playing tennis with my mom so Sovey grazed in the sunshine by the court while I groomed him. It was warm and quiet and I think he liked that better than a ride, anyway. He and Foggy both close their eyes while they munch grass. There is nothing so peaceful as grooming a horse in the sunshine while your daughter and mom play tennis right beside. Everyone is having fun! The other two horses were right outside the court also in a pasture so we were all there enjoying the warm temperatures. It really felt like spring. This one, above, is me on Pie yesterday morning in front of the woodland trail to Sunnyland and the cemetery.
Last March Pie and I made our way to the cemetery too. That ride started out well, but I had to dismount partway through because Pie was acting silly. Yesterday, Pie was wonderful. Here he is taking it all in. Brian's mom is buried here so we visited her grave.
The trail to the cemetery goes through the yard of this little sweetie, Cletus. This photo of him is from another ride, one when the grass was green, but we did visit with him yesterday. He is a horse friendly puppy!
Our ride was long and on the way back to our farm, Pie left a manure pile in the middle of one street. I assured the neighbors who were out that I would come back in my car and pick it up, which I did after we returned home. Another neighbor lady ran out of her house indignant and voiced her concerns that it was good I was going to pick that up because she has children (they were with her and looked to be middle school age). I can't respond fast enough so I just smiled and reassured her that I would be back. I love the scene in Amelie when the narrator says:
With a prompter in every cellar window whispering comebacks, shy people would have the last laugh.
I needed a prompter in a cellar window so I could have quickly responded by saying, "If your children can keep from rolling in the manure in the middle of the street for the next 20 minutes, they should be fine!"
Here we are back in our woods. Pie thought he would have a nibble of tree branches, silly boy.
March's browns make our trails look a bit scraggly.
Here is a welcome color - the red of a juicy apple. Just the thing a big horsey needs on a long ride.
And here are the sheets that usually offend, but were quiet in the calm breeze yesterday. Pie says, "I am not afraid of you today!"