I appreciate
the pretty drive,
the majestic ponderosa pine at the entrance,
the rows of bridles
and saddles.
I appreciate seeing my own legs in breeches and boots
instead of overalls and muck boots.
I appreciate riding Lakota, and the rapport we've established. I appreciate his whinny when he sees my car, and the way he comes to the gate. I appreciate all we've accomplished under saddle. He got me back in riding shape. We rode leg yields, shoulder-in, haunches-in, and started half-pass. We struggled with canter at first, and eventually figured it out. I couldn't understand how a horse that did all his trot work so well could break at the canter. I'd feel him start to lose his self-carriage, I'd give a little half-halt to gather him up, and he'd break. Arg! I beat myself up for a while, questioning my aids like all riders do. Then one fine day I realized he was messing with me! After he knew that I knew, the game was over and the canter work was fine. Even that was fun.
(note to self - please turn those toes in!)
Most of all, I appreciate Jan,
who gave me the opportunity to ride Lakota at a beautiful barn over the winter.
That's a big gift.


