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Wentworth Hunter Pace - June 6, 2021

After Margaret and I had such a fun time at the fall hunter pace, we opted to go again this spring! This time, while I rode Rejoice again, Margaret rode her horse Jester and had a friend ride Ladyhawke. All Kennebec Morgans!! Jester and Rejoice have the same dam and Jester and Lady share the same sire. Unfortunately instead of a lovely late spring day, we had one of the first intensely hot and humid days of the year. It was definitely a bummer, but the ride was mostly in the shade of the woods and we had a great time!  most of the fences were 3' coops but we found a small log and this hay to jump haha Until we didn't. 😑 We brought along a third friend who rode Margaret's older mare, Ladyhawke. She's a good rider but hasn't known Ladyhawke for very long and didn't realize how much of a cranky boss mare she could be at times. She kicked Jester right in the front leg just about halfway through the ride, and while the cut itself ended up not being a big deal in the

My First Love

I clearly remember the first time I touched a horse.  I was three years old and loved to ride down to get the mail and go to the dump with my dad on Saturdays.  On the way to get the mail, there was a small black pony in a small field on the side of the road.  I don't remember exactly where it was, but I know which road and can picture it perfectly in my mind's eye.

I always loved looking at the pony and one day must have asked my dad to stop so I could pet it.  I don't remember any of that part.  What I DO remember is sitting on my dad's lap and leaning out the truck window to pat the little pony's nose.  (Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn't actually a pony.  It had to have been tall enough to put its nose up near my dad's F250 truck!  LOL!)  

It was instant love.  I loved how the pony's nose felt, I loved how he (or she) whuffed at me, I loved his smell. 

It is funny to me how I can barely remember what I did yesterday, but I have this VERY clear memory of petting this pony.  I know it was before my brother was born, so I had to have been younger than four.  No surprise that I began riding lessons a few years later, having to BEG my parents for them.


"Maybe she will take a few lessons and get it out of her system," my mother tells my first instructor.

Well, that was almost 26 years ago.

Sometimes it surprises me how much of my life is intertwined with horses.  I can't help it.  Horses are my first love (yes, I love my husband and my son, but there is just something about horses...).  Horses define who I AM.  Without them, I am not sure who I would be.

Happy Valentine's Day.  Hope yours was filled with love and horses.  <3

 

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  1. My boss has a step daughter who loves horses. They want to keep her from them til she gets over it. I told them, "good luck with that."

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  2. It was - and I know just what you mean!

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