A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Early mornings

In the arena this morning at 5:30 am.  My horse was looking good in his saddle and blue halter.  He lunged great going to the left, but going to the right?  He flipped his lid.  Snorting, Bucking, pawing at his halter...  Its a normal thing to have a bad side, Im just glad he didn't role and try to lose the saddle! haha.

So I calmed him down and did some simple ground work with him: pulling on his stirrups, disengaging his butt, working off pressure...  He did much better.

After work, I went out to Rickreal and worked the paint mares.  Magu did excellent!  Jewel is coming along great on the ground as well.  She even trotted to me when I entered her padock with a halter!!  What a difference!!!

Back in McCleay at 9 pm to feed my gorgeous thoroughbred.  I stood in the moonlight and gave him his hay and grain as his little "girlfriend" looked on jelously.  (Dixie is a pretty little mare that pastures next to my gelding). 

Thank God for horses, their unending willingness to learn, please, and connect.