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, April 13, 2012

And They never forget...

Finally had enough sunny days to where the pasture dried up enough to do a little driving.  I'm too pregnant to ride right now, so I took the opportunity to check up on the boys and see where they are as far as remembering thier stuff.  William did AMAZING.  He was releasing his tail, lowering his head, picking up his back feet and propelling off the inside, soft in the mouth, well rounded and willing.
Laredo was stiff at first, argued with the outside reign a few times, but soon remembered what was up and who was boss.  He too calmed and rounded himself.  He is still unsure of the cantor.  I think he needs a back adjustment.  Maybe it just hurts?  Other than that, I have not been more pleased in a long time.

Then my 3 little cousins all got a ride on Laredo, who instantly realized children were on his back.  His eyes softened, his head dropped to the floor and his ears swiveled around to listen to their giggles in the saddle.  He was so sweet and calm.  That is why I bought this horse!

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