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.








Wednesday, August 25, 2010

An early morning, a late night...

Hy horse is beginning to bookend my day... which is good. It keeps me happy.  This morning, he was a good boy and moved off of pressure like a champ, and when I went back to work with him again after having worked the mares in rickreall, he let me put his saddle on and didn't move a muscle.  He has come such a long way! 

But...

He is still so wild and free...  If I don't take extra care to keep him grounded, level headed, and feeling safe, he has a tendency to spook.  Walking him back to his pasture in the moonlight a bat flew by and floored him.  Haunch turns haunch turns haunch turns... and he finally settled down.  If I wasn't so dang stubborn this horse would probably scare the crap out of me! 

Bring it on.

This weekend Ill be trailering him out to a clinic to work on ground driving.  He is too big for me to tackle that alone with no supervision, so the ranch in rickreall is the perfect place... maybe someone there will know CPR??  haha.