And then there was my beloved Sunday. Oh Sunday. Stay forever Sunday. By 9am I was at the barn, getting ready to ride this pretty pinto horse, Cinco. Again, the weather network had said rain, but not a drop was seen, which made me all sorts of thankful.
Riding is my happy place. My place where I forget about my city life, and the stresses of everything work to family to oh-lordy-lord-I-need-to-do-laundry, and just enjoy each and every moment of the day.
In the afternoon I ventured to my parent’s house, as the dark storm that was promised did, indeed, roll in, and I watched The Profit (seriously, sooo good!) snuggled up with my mama as we knitted and enjoyed a homemade dinner with the family.
My dad then drove me back to to my humble abode, where I commented to him our it was 9pm, on a Sunday, and I was really looking forward to work the next day. Yup. Nothing like a job you love. :)
So yup, it was a solid, solid weekend to say the least. And now, my friends, to make it a solid week…
And then, of course, there was Sunday. Glorious, glorious stay-forever-Sunday. I was the *only* person up at the barn, so instead of riding, I just hung out with the horses (like the crazy horse person I am).
My favourite horse, Buddy, was so pleased to see
a human me, he came trotting when I called his name! He is such a people-loving horse, and if I won a lot of money I would buy him instantly. He literally will hug you by wrapping his head around you, and then just hang out there. So sweet.
Oh hay there, me again (see what I did there? me so funny). I know, I know, y’all are tired of seeing horse photos each and every weekend, but look at me posting away anyways…
I actually decided today I was going to make a horse book, so I can actually develop some of the horse photos I take each and every week, but that is neither here nor there. Today’s ride was ah-mazing. The weather continued on in all its glory, and my sister and I (as our mom watched Lily), galivanted around the meadows. Up and down. Down and Up. Over bridges. And into fields.
The horse I ride most of the time is called Bud, and I am this.certain he actually knows me… although, this may all be in my head. He’s so sweet, and loves humans (he always tries to hug me), and his mane gives me hair envy (#fact).
So yup. Another Sunday. Another gorgeous day for the