Green, that is what I think when I look outside, how green everything is, and how many different shades of this one color there can be.  There are different greens for each tree and its leaves, for instance, the apple tree leaves are a different green from the oak tree, the apple’s leaves are slightly dull, where as the oak, has darker shiner leaves. Then the grasses, This is the march of time, the time of the seasons, if I really think about it, having just put the electric cords and heated buckets truly away yesterday, we are now one month closer to next winter. Hah.   I am hoping for an early hay season, so far, even though the grass looks to be the right height, no one around me is cutting, Of course it does rain every third day, which is good and bad.  So, with just around 100 bales left, and 25 days left before my first load,,, I am waiting, at least the fields will be full this year.

One life’s note, My second dressage show didn’t go exactly as planned.  On Friday afternoon I put Jack out in a paddock , where in expressing his displeasure on his location, he ran down the hill and came to a sliding stop in front of the gate.  So, I moved him,  but Saturday morning, he stepped out of his stall, lame. I put him down in a pasture anyway, hoping he might walk it loose, but in the evening, when I brought him in, it was a no go.  I knew I wouldn’t be showing him on Sunday, so, Satin, is a 26 year old appy mare, I have owned for 18 years,  I bought her out of someones back yard, where their daughter had left her before jetting off to Paris to be a runway model.  With little horse knowledge, the parents fed her like a dog, A very fat dog. In fact, she was so fat, that when I bought her she was 16 hands, she now stands at 15’2,  in fact, I thought she was a draft cross.  But, even after not having been ridden in 4 years, when I hoped on, she trotted and cantered around her enclosure, happily.  I bought her on the spot.  She has been a great girl, mostly.  She hates other horses, and has always had to be pastured by herself, although she has grown more tolerant.  In her prime, she would jump over 4 foot solid fences, but not 3 ft. electric fences, and the first day I brought her home, she jumped out of her stall. but she is a fun safe ride, and always willing to step up and do what ever I ask.  The years have taken their toll on her, she is stiff, and choppy, both some arthritis, and lack of work, and her build, make it hard for her to work in circles, and she has only one canter lead.  So, it was lose my money, or go for the experience, which I need because I get the very worst show nerves. On the cross ties she went, where the winter fuzzies were curried from her coat, the feathers on her legs were trimmed, and her typical appy stand up mane, was trimmed so she resembled a spotty fjord.   Off we went,  it was comforting to have my old friend with me at the show, she was calm, and interested, and true to form, our circles, weren’t and we only had one canter lead, but she tried her very hardest, Scores, can’t show heart.  We came away with thank you for coming ribbons, Which she proudly wore back to the trailer.  She warms my heart, and I am so lucky to have her.  So, off we go to hay.