Pete was born on the farm. He has always been like the bratty little brother of the bunch. Huckleberry, a large strawberry roan, is Dad’s main ride. Each horse has a fan in the summer. They are in during the day and outside at night. The schedule will flip in October. Palomino Prince was born … Continue reading Barn Life: Meet the Boys
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Buckaroo Buttercup
As the light sprinkles hit my windshield, I broke. More water was falling from my eyes than from the sky. As I looked at a blue sky, the damn of frustration and disappointment broke loose in a torrent. The day’s last minute cancelled holiday weekend plans due to the chance of morning rain broke me. … Continue reading Buckaroo Buttercup
Barn Life
Jolene does not care for the ‘no dogs in the barn rule” Recently I moved to be closer to my parents and the horses. I now take the horse and barn care every Sunday evening. Tools of the trade Dad’s art work and feeding instructions Inside View Pete (in the drawing above) and old Moe.
Four-Year-Old Me
Saturday I was in the woods riding with my good friend . We were deep a large, old growth forrest full of oak, maple, birch, hickory, walnut and sycamore trees. The light breeze moved vibrantly green leaves enough to make the light dance on the trail. The dense canopy blocked the harsh sun light and … Continue reading Four-Year-Old Me
Horse Camp
I camp several times a year with family and friends. Halloween weekend is usually our last camping trip of the year. Our days are spent riding and the evenings are for socializing. The fall foliage seemed to magically appear overnight with the arrival of rain. Horse camp with the pavilion on the left, stalls in … Continue reading Horse Camp
Flats
It was a beautiful day, sunny day that was warm but not hot. Dad and I had loaded two horses into the trailer and were on our way to a favorite trial head. It was a picture-perfect day for trail riding. Before we left the farm, I did a quick prayer for protection. After all … Continue reading Flats
Ride Along
April 4th ride with Big Moe on a recently reworked section of Raymer Hollow trail in Mammoth Cave National Park. Big Moe is a Tennessee Walking Horse. This is our third time on trail together. The head nod is his natural movement that keeps the rhythm of his natural gait which does not bounce me. … Continue reading Ride Along
Moe Squared
In January I was struggling to create a 2021 vison board. Probably it was because there was only thing I could confidently say that I wanted: a calm, willing to please, sure-footed, good natured Tennessee Walking Horse that brings me joy as we smoothly gait down the trail. I told everyone that would listen that, … Continue reading Moe Squared
Shoes
Moe The first time I saw Moe was on a cool March day in a horse barn outside of Jamestown, Tennessee. Alice opened the stall door and led out a tall, lankly, solid black, four-year-old, Tennessee Walking Horse whose movement was liquid. I was looking into the eyes of the embodiment of my childhood dreams … Continue reading Shoes
The Yoga Cowgirl 