Well, it’s Sunday. Just about half past the noon hour and I’m sitting here blogging. Why? Because, it’s raining outside! I’ve been working the past 5 days straight. I’m tuckered out, so the rain is a welcome event. It sort of forces me to take the time, to get the much-needed rest I need. The goods news is: I’m going part-time permanently in two weeks. I am so excited. My husband could use the help around here. He’s doing okay, but he just can’t do the things he use to. There is so much to do around here. I purchased the horses in 2009. Since then, I haven’t done cotton-picking thing around the house. It’s in desperate need of some TLC.
I did get to ride last weekend with a friend up in the North East Texas area. It was a blast. We don’t get to ride together, often. Her house is nestled off the main road. A lovely area to ride, with back roads you can ride on for miles. There’s not but one neighboring house behind her and no traffic! It’s heavenly. I took Jewels up for the ride. She hadn’t been ridden in a couple of weeks. I’ll have to say, she was a bit of a spit-fire at first. The possibility of an accident didn’t even enter my mind. I hopped on her and rode off. Her ground covering walk floated across the dirt road. We left Karen and her horse, Sancho, lengths behind. The scenery was gorgeous. The trees were still bare, and you could see the buds sprouting from the limbs. The sky was a brilliant blue and there wasn’t any clouds to be seen.
After a short distance up the road, we came to a bridge. Karen had never gone across on horseback before. It didn’t have any rails, so it made her nervous to cross. It was sort of scary. There were indeed no rails and it was settled over a deep ravine. I stopped near the bridge, clucked to Jewels and she walked across without a hitch. I was so proud of her. Karen stepped off her horse and walked across. It still spooked her, even though I made it across safely. To tell you the truth, if I could have gotten off and mounted back up without a mounting block, I might have done the same. I really didn’t have a choice. There was no turning back. I wanted to ride, ride, ride.
After crossing the bridge, we kept traveling up the winding road. She said it went nearly 7 miles to a town called, Orange. We didn’t go that far. I can’t ride more than a couple of hours at a time right now. I’m working on it, though. Our ride was wonderful. The wind was a little higher than I prefer. Normally, I don’t ride when the wind is that high. It seems like horses are more spooky and watchful during high winds. There were many places in the road still muddy from the rains the previous week. A whole lot of mud holes for Jewels to cross. It was an excellent opportunity for me to ride her across. She really doesn’t like to cross water. She’s learning to trust my decisions more and more. We must have ridden about 5 miles up and back to the house. Nearly 2 hours. When we got back to the house, we hung around and chatted about the next big adventure. I can’t wait to blog about it.