Which made this afternoon particularly nice. The weather was perfect, high 60s and sunshine. The trees are changing to red and gold.
Yes. His dapples are made of dust. I don't think they really show up on his actual hair, but there must be a different texture to hold the dirt in that pattern.
I opened all the gates to the pastures and we just hacked through them on a loose rein. Big swooping turns, no contact, just walking and taking in the season.
After a while, we both took a deep breath. We watched the neighbor horses play. We looked at the far borders of the back field. We took turns choosing where to go.
And it was lovely.
|A softer look, usually for footwear|
I even took the time to finally clean my much-abused tack. I used to be so good about cleaning it every day, but there hasn't been time.
I love when the barn is like this. A place to slow down and take a deep breath and smile again before returning to the craziness of life. It leaves a little sunny, happy place in my soul that I can go back to when everything else feels bleak.