I Can't Function

I can't sleep, I can't work, I can't think... about the only thing I can still do is eat.  I'm obsessed with thoughts of Winston.  When I do sleep, I dream about riding him.  When I'm awake, I worry about jinxing the vet check by wanting him so much.

I was online yesterday, researching his bloodlines (excellent on the Hanovarian side!) and found this video of him free jumping before he was started under saddle.  OMG.  Cavaletti work is going to go to a whole new level...

Is he a mover or what??  Can you see why I can't function?

Meanwhile, Jackson is settling in well with the herd.  Kalvin has stopped asserting his alpha position and they are all living peacefully together.

This afternoon I pruned rose bushes.  My plan was to exhaust myself so I can sleep tonight.  Also, once Winston arrives I will be too busy riding my new boy to work in the garden.

Most of my rose bushes are fairly friendly.  I can prune them with leather gloves and long sleeves and not get wounded.  There is, however, one violent nasty rose bush.  The thing is murderous and grows like a weed.  Every year, I dread pruning it.

The roses aren't spectacular -- pretty -- but not pretty enough to balance out the thorns.  I decided to pull it out.  I couldn't, despite a valiant attempt.  That rose bush had been growing --thriving, for ten years.  I gave up and accepted Brett's offer to dig it out.  He had to put a chain around it and pull it out with his tractor.  But it's gone.  I got the rest of the pruning done and now I'm wiped.

Mission accomplished.