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‘Tis a Gift To Be Simple – Aaron Copland

  Today is a gift.

  It may not be wrapped up in a pretty bow, but it is a gift all the same. It’s deliciously perfect. There’s a bite in the air, but it’s not bitter. There isn’t snow on the ground, but the mud is frozen. Every pony has shelter from the wind, and everyone is fed and happy. My world is gloriously complete.

   Today is Firefly Farm’s first Christmas, and I was given the gift of time. Time to spend with the horses. Time to relax with my husband and dog. Time to cook and clean and build the husband’s Christmas gift after he opened it.

   I woke this morning, alight with evergy. I fed all the ponies warm bran mashes. They also ate 2 of their 3 flakes of hay in stalls. The wind is blowing, so the hay would have scattered all over the place if I’d put every flake out in the pasture. Then I mucked the stalls, put the last flakes of hay in the pastures using the tractor (so I could spread out the flakes easier.) As I was sorting hay flakes at the far end of the pasture, the tractor ran out of gas. I laughed, and you could say I frolicked back to the barn in search of a gas can. I’m amused by my own folly.

   Today, nothing can ruin my mood.

   I gleefully grabbed that gas can and filled up the tractor, enjoying the looks on Lexi and Senorita’s faces as I vrroomed the tractor and cart out of the girls’ pasture.

   Most of the girls are finally together. I moved Braz and Misty to be in the same pasture as Senorita and Lexi. They’re getting along very well. (Misty has it bad for Coffee–another cougar, I know.) The girls didn’t have a single problem being together this morning. I fed all the ponies at the far end of the pastures, so they didn’t have to eat in mud. (I can’t wait until spring, when I can expand Dusty and Coffee’s pasture. I feel so bad for the boys. They need more than 3/4 of an acre to play on. They’ll get it as soon as it warms up, if I can have my way.)

   Lexi and Senorita have really bonded. They eat from the same hay pile and watch each others’ back. Misty and Braz seem to be the same way. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when we add Melody and Savannah to the mix. Misty is, by far, the most dominant horse in the current “large” herd. Savannah and Melody are a tag-team you don’t want to mess with, though. Let the fireworks ensue. (Some other day. Not today.)

    I’m here at my heaven-on-earth, enjoying the scenery out my window (Coffee and Dusty in one pasture, Melody, Honey, and Savannah near the other side of the barn.) I couldn’t ask for anything more. I have what I want, and most of what I need. I’m grateful for it. All of it. It is, inteed, a gift.

   (I don’t have  to be a whirling dervish to see that.)

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Shel(ter) Shocked

I owe a great deal to many people after this weekend. My best friend and her husband were the driving force behind the horse shelter. A potential lesson student’s family came yesterday, and the father was instrumental in beginning the project. We also had almost every boarder out to help at one time or another. It’s incredible.

The rest of the shelter will be set up by the workmen who frequently help us out around the barn. They have the ability, the tools, and the training to complete the project. I’m excited we were able to accomplish the enormous amount we did, and floored that so many people were so kind to help out Firefly Farm. It’s difficult to imagine a kinder and more generous group of friends. Thank you all.

I had a delightful ride on Honey this evening after the end of our shelter raising and finishing night chores. I let Senorita and Lexxi out in the back (with seven flakes of hay spread out–lucky ponies!) Then I took Honey into the indoor arena to groom. She was grumpy, but once I started to use the curry comb, she forgot everything except how much she was enjoying her “massage.”

I saddled, bridled, and mounted uneventfully. We then worked on walking, stopping, reversing on the haunches, trotting and western jogging, and cantering. Throughout this entire training session, I worked on getting her nose in and haunches underneath, giving us impulsion. The girl goes really well, and has gotten to the point I don’t have to urge her on. I give her a signal and she goes until I give her a signal to stop. She’s such a delight to train! I love working with her. I’m so fortunate she’s my horse. I have the feeling once she’s trained, she’s going to be sought after as someone’s personal horse. She’s so wonderful, I’d have a hard time giving her up. I’m thrilled with how easy she is to train, and elated she remembers our training sessions no matter how far apart they are.

Tonight we have three horses inside. Braz, as usual, but we also have Melody and Savannah inside tonight. Savannah came in for dinnertime but just picked at her grain. I noticed she was a bit gassier than usual, so I gave her a small amount of banamine. I walked her around, trotted her and cantered her on the lunge line. She had noises from her intestines and passed a movement, so she’ll be fine–she’s just a little gassy. I figured she and Melody should stay inside so when I go out to check on them later I won’t have to search for them in the dark. By the time I left the barn this evening, Savannah had eaten all her grain and was enjoying her hay. She was still gassy, but she seemed to be getting better.

Again, thanks everyone who helped us out this weekend. It means the world to me that we could get such an amazing amount done on a seemingly enormous project. Every person who helped was instrumental in completing as much of the project as we did. Thank you.

One last note–to cousin Erika, I’m delighted you’re now following the blog. I’m looking forward to having you come up to our barn for a week or two. I hope you’re having a great time at your new barn and are eager to see ours. Come visit soon.

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Of Intrigue and Infiltration

Each day as I leave the house, I am graced with a cacophony of pony sounds. Coffee has turned into the official barn greeter. Every morning I hear his slight nicker. This is followed by Dusty, who echoes his voice a little louder, and Melody, who whinnies. Eventually I even hear Braz’s hopeful neigh from inside the barn. It’s such a pleasant feeling to be so loved and needed. This early morning tradition might stem from the fact that I’m their meal ticket, but I like to believe the feelings are somewhat deeper.

I finished most of the chores early so I’d be prepared for my 12:30 lesson. We had some issues to discuss, as I learned yesterday that our “intrigues” had become public knowledge. (This adult student is a parent to two of my young students, and she’d been secretly taking horse lessons from me. Yesterday she finally told the girls what she’d been up to. In my brain, however, I use words like “infiltrated our network” to describe what happened. I might like my life simple, but there’s no excuse for allowing simple to equal boring. ) The adult is progressing nicely, and I feel she’s ready to branch out a little on her riding. Today we did Western instead of English. (I like to live on the edge.)

I was delighted to see two boarders here today. It wasn’t a pleasant day for the weather, so I was surprised anyone had ventured out. I needn’t be, though. I have excellent, dedicated horsewomen who board here. I think it helps that I advertise Firefly as preferring people who have an interest in natural horsemanship. (“Riders” only think of getting on the horse. Horsewomen think about what the horse thinks/feels/prefers.) I am pleased to share that both boarders who came today to visit played from the ground. That’s not to say I prefer people to stay off their horses–quite the contrary. I’m only saying that I am grateful they can see their horses as something more than a living go-kart. You don’t visit a go-kart unless you plan to ride. I’m grateful we have horsewomen instead of riders.

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