I’m coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair with technology. My first night here was a full-moon Halloween. I know this because I wrote important dates on my calendar. This means that at the end of one year, I hand-copied it all onto … Read more
It’s time for my annual announcement. Your horse doesn’t have a training problem. It isn’t a brain tumor, and he hasn’t gotten into the duck chow. It’s late winteritis or spring fever. Both are bad, their symptoms are unpredictable. One day, the pond is defrosting and I think I have survived the longest meanest winter … Read more
It’s springtime in the Rockies. The time change was last weekend, so I’m waking up at three am now, but there’s more light in the evening. I can see tiny bits of green if I bend over for a close look. Earlier this week we were out in shirtsleeves and now we’re halfway through a … Read more
My income afforded me nice riding breeches and boots, lessons and clinics. There were no chores to do, it was the muck less and ride more reality. That same income did not afford me even a marginal horse property of my own.
Acknowledgement: Synonyms are credit, gratitude, thanks, appreciation, and respect. I know acknowledgement is what animals yearn for most of all. (Humans included.) Sometimes a scratch on the nose makes all the difference. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.