Plenty of mud out in the paddocks today and his blanket looked like this so I hung it outside to dry.
And he looked like this:
So I spent a little extra time grooming him and also playing with him:
After grooming I tacked him up and rode in the indoor and he was a little light on his feet – bucked a few times when we got to canter, but after a while he got over himself and we proceeded on a hack.
We headed down the hill and he decided to stop and spin back toward home and we had a discussion about that and then carried on down the hill and back up again. Then past the barn and down the gravel road for a nice trot and canter hack:
I untacked Tag and turned him out in the indoor to roll. I went out to get Elsa, brought her in the indoor and then let her loose to roll. It was at this point that both Tag and Elsa thought it was time to play in the good footing. They ran around like children and had the most lovely time.
Eventually Elsa let me catcher her again and I groomed and tacked her and then put the blanket back on Tag and turned him out. Elsa was plenty muddy as well and happy to interact:
After grooming and tacking, Elsa and I headed straight out the door and down the hill:
Then it was back up the hill and along the gravel road and over to the Delonder Cemetery:
Thenwe had a lovely trot and canter on the way home and walked the last half mile home. Lovely day.
I brought her in and groomed her and rode in the indoor on this blustery evening. We had a long walk warm up and then moved on to trot work and cavaletti, which she informed me was entirely too easy for her.
After some canter work we did a small grid, which she also aced. Good night!
More than a decade ago a friend and I went to the Rolex Kentucky Three Day Event as spectators. We walked through the fabulous vendor fair, bought too much, enjoyed wildly overpriced food, greeted old friends and marveled at the cross country course.
On that beautiful spring morning in April we found ourselves in a crowd behind the spectator ropes right behind the entrance at A, watching Karen O’Connor enter at A on the unforgettable Biko. As we watched mesmerized, up drove a golf cart with a young driver and not-so-young passenger. They pushed through the crowd with the cart until they were right up front. We could all see over the cart, so it was no problem to anyone. It became apparent that the older woman was the owner as she commented on the test, “Oh dear, a little tight there, wasn’t our boy?” “Oooh, good man, Biko, cookies tonight.” “Wasn’t that lovely. Good man.”
It was charming and it reminded us that even Rolex horses are simply somebody’s love. Her endearing comments made all the fabulous horses we saw that weekend more real and accessible. And in some strange way, it raised my own horses to a more Rolex-like status. After all, the Rolex horses were just somebody’s horse. And my horse was somebody’s horse.
So I went home and unpacked and on that Monday I asked myself what Biko and Karen were doing that day. Obviously, good Biko had the day off after his work at Rolex, but imagining that there was someone who cleaned his stall that morning, and would walk him this afternoon for a stretch, reminded me that the daily work of riding, cleaning stalls and loving attention is what makes a horse and rider great. No rider is alone any day as long as she remembers that thousands of people are out striving, making small changes, doing the deal to make small improvements in themselves and their horses.
“Success is neither magical nor mysterious. Success is the natural consequence of consistently applying the basic fundamentals.” -Jim Rohn
Leo was very happy to come in from the mud we are experiencing today and he was also hitting me up big time for cookies. I groomed him and tacked up and we headed down the road while the sun was still out.
The footing on the road down the the river was by turns muddy and almost icy, but no problem for Mr. Surefoot. We walked down and trotted back up.
Then we trotted and cantered over to the cemetery, which he enjoyed very much.
Heading home just as the sun goes down.
Tag came in with pretty muddy legs so I cracked out the hose and hosed them off. It was about 50 degrees, which felt warm to us all. At least he will get to have clean legs for the overnight and tomorrow the mud should start to dry up. I rode him in the indoor with Kelly and Elsa. We did a lot of walking to warm up and then a lot of stretching in trot and then on to canter, in which he was a little fresh to start out. I let him have a bit of a play and then we got down to work and he did very well!
I brought Elsa in to the arena, took off her halter and let her loose. I thought she would run and play, but she went right to rolling. THEN she got up and ran around for a bit, then trotted right up to me, as if to say, “ok, let’s go riding now.” Ha ha. Funny girl.
She was quite attentive today and had some quite good work in all gaits.
One of the advantages of riding in the afternoon is an open arena. After the ride, I stripped her tack and let her roll again, of which she took full advantage. Then I gave her a quick groom to get the sand off, put her blanket back on and turned her out.
I brought Elsa in and groomed her. She was very affectionate and cute. I warmed up in the arena in walk for quite a while, then moved on to trot and canter. She got better and better and had some nice work.
Then we went for a walk on the gravel road, accompanying Archie and Megan on their handwalk. We walked more than half way to the cemetary by the crossroads. Elsa enjoyed herself and walked along in a relaxed manner. I spaced it on getting a picture of Elsa, sorry, but I did get a picture of Megan and Archie on the walk.