Happy Easter to everyone!
We had a cold, windy, overcast Easter.
No chocolate bunnies.
No Easter Egg hunt.
That's just not right.
We decided to have a carrot hunt.
Brett tossed carrots onto the slope in front of the barn.
Then we let the horses out.
They were more interested in the grass.
Can we pretend that the yellow dandelions are marshmallow chicks?
After the horses had finished
the carrots grazing,
we put them back in the pasture.
Well, except for Winston.
I thought it would be fun to jump on him bareback.
No bridle, just a halter.
I'd never ridden Winston bareback before.
It was a bit blustery out.
I wasn't wearing a helmet.
No, I didn't come off.
But he wasn't at all sure about the sensation of me on his back.
He took a few steps forward;
he tried to get rid of the weirdness on his back;
he bucked a bit.
I was scared;
I didn't come off.
We walked over to Brett;
with my hand wound tightly in Winston's mane.
And I got off.
Always, always wear a helmet.