Down, with a Trusting Eye. Anna, Infinity Farm.
“My horse is really sensitive. He isn’t a just a Quarter Horse, you know. He needs special handling.” When I hear something like this, I always peer around the barn to see if anyone else looks like their head is about to explode. Is she saying that any idiot can ride an ordinary horse, but … Read more
Regret? Never. Not even once. I could take a lesson. Anna, Infinity Farm.
The Marlboro Man isn’t for me. He’s the strong and silent type- it might be a romantic image on film, but it doesn’t look like much fun in real life. He probably eats an unhealthy amount of meat, that’s a given. A legendary smoker- no way would I let him in my barn. I doubt … Read more
Ready… Set… Slam! After a blizzard lock-down, Andante’s favorite game is to slam-dance snowdrifts. He stomps snow to bits-it’s a seasonal adjustment. What we’re actually ready for is Spring! Anna, Infinity Farm.
It was big news when Moorlands Totalis sold last year. Zenyatta is due to foal soon and the press is waiting. I see Ravel had a big win in Florida recently. Well, I have some really big news for the horse world. And I mean Seriously Giant News. But the story starts small, like all … Read more
HOPE. Usually this topic would have me think of the babies around the farm, but not this year. I have two older dogs with health problems, one has the prefix “end stage”. Several outside animals are showing their age, like the Grandfather Horse. Being mindful of his mortality is a pinch and an ache, all … Read more
“She seems kind of flighty and erratic. Doesn’t have the self-respect of a yearling. I don’t trust that kind of mind in a human.”
. . Simple: Short, Stylish, No hair product required. . . Anna, Infinity Farm.
Winter doldrums: I’m dragging my feet all the way in from the arena, the ground is dry, the grass is dead and the wind is cold as a slap in the face. Maybe I have an Auld Lang Syne hangover. Mourning and a desire to hibernate go hand in hand in January. It seems we … Read more