What A Week

It has been a full week.  I’ve been working (substitute aid) at the Developmental Pre-school.  The teachers are amazing, the kids are mostly adorable, (interspersed with occasional moments of not so adorable).  I became a human swing for one, ran fast enough to catch another 5-year-old trying his best to run away, refereed the problems of sharing with little people who have no oral skills and really have no desire to learn to share as everything is either ‘theirs’ or it ‘should be theirs’, and helped a 5-year-old get play dough out of his nose.  Yes, it has been a full week…

…. and I have missed the farm.  The weeds have tripled in size outside, while the dust has joined hands and danced viciously around the house inside.

We tend to look at all grass growing now and think…how can we possibly get the horses to graze that down.  My Loving Spouse set up this temporary electric fence around the orchard to get them to clean it up, thereby saving us some mowing work, and filling their bellies at the same time.  The only problem is that the darn animals seem to be picky eaters, eating the grass but leaving the weeds.  Sheesh!

We reached a wonderful milestone and it felt like a ‘ta-da’ moment.  My Loving Spouse and I were going on an after dinner trail ride, together, on our horses, finally, and there was a huge smile on my face.  We left The Teen to deal with the dinner dishes and saddled up Dolly and Beau.  Dixie was extremely unhappy about this and the normally quiet little filly was very vocal about her feelings, neighing and whinnying so loudly and so long that it could be heard far down the trail.  As well as fence kicking, running about and great heaps of equine unhappiness… she did survive however.

We only have to trot out the back gate to get to this trail, so it has long been beckoning us.  With the nights getting longer, we have more time for work, but I want to make a bit more time for play as well.  My Loving Spouse mentioned, that the next time I want to go on an after dinner trail ride, if I could not wait until 8:00 pm to ask him.  Oh, he exaggerates so… I know it wasn’t any later than 7:45 pm….

The views are different from the trail, the sounds of the frogs coming out to croak and the sun setting… it was wonderful!

Except for a few things like Dolly possibly hurting her hoof and My Loving Spouse having to walk part of the way home….

And one of life’s great mystery’s…

why one day I can try on a host of new pants all too tight, proof positive that my back side is not petite and then one week later sit in the saddle for the first real ride in a long time only to confirm that my back side is certainly not nearly padded enough!