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.








Friday, August 27, 2010

is there something about dawn?

My boy just hates that time of day when everything is waking up... rooster crowing, dogs barking, birds chirpin, HUGE burn pile looming in the shadows... fly mask making it hard to see, girl walking into padock with halter... He was a nervous wreck, all shivery and prancing and bolting like an idiot.  Stupid thoroughbred.  So I finally, after about 15 minutes, got him into the arena, where he immediatly calmed down and moved off pressure like a champ.  I was touching him about as lightly as i would touch an overripe peach... you know, so it doesn't bruise and leak all over??  And he was great.

He flexed his head today too with no complaint, and then when i let up on the pressure, he just left it there. 

So all in all I can't really complain... he just needs to find his happy place, instead of his flighty place. lol