You know: Practically Perfect in Every Way
Weather: Sunny and 60F. SUNNY! 60F! Patches of dry ground, even.
The Plan: Ditch all other options (wine tasting, for example) and play outside.
Breakfast: French toast and coffee
Morning activities: Brett worked on pieces of reclaimed barn wood he is going to use for the guest bathroom window frame. I cleaned out the refrigerator in the barn -- despite being on the lowest setting, cans of root beer froze and exploded. It looked like diarrhea... thankfully, it smelled like root beer.
Then, we rode. I rode Lucy who was practically perfect in every way. She was relaxed, but forward. I remembered how to ride. (honestly, I was worried about that) All the years of taking lessons paid off. As soon as my butt hit the saddle, the voices of my trainers chimed in: legs on (because she's a sensitive mare), sit up straight, Velcro those elbows to your hips... Brett rode Pistol. As I was trotting along feeling unimaginable joy at the fluid ease of Lucy's trot, Brett called over, "It sure feels good to be riding." Exactly what I was thinking. I love riding that mare; more than any other horse I've ever had, or had the pleasure to ride.
Lunch: in the garden with goldfinches flitting in the branches above my head.
Afternoon activities: we rode, again. Brett rode Flash and I rode Tex.
They were both good as gold. Tex was relaxed and affectionate. He stood, ground tied, like a statue while I set the saddle on his back. He lined himself up at the mounting block (okay four tries, but still) and stood quietly while I mounted. We walked around for a bit. My goal was to have him relax at the walk. I won't work on trot until he is relaxed and supple at the walk. He did relax and, while he struggled with bend and never got to supple, he did lift his back underneath me and carry himself in an excellent frame for brief moments. Its a place to start.
Dinner: Brett treated me to dinner in town, at a new restaurant. It was excellent -- Czech owners and Eastern European food -- reminded me of my Hungarian grandmother's cooking.
I don't think life gets any better than this.