Monday, April 20, 2009

All the pretty horses

Right near where we live, there are stables where people can board their horses and take riding lessons. I pass this way several times a week when I am going out our back gate. The horses are beautiful and the other day I saw something I had never seen before.

This horse looked so beautiful, but I loved his tail. It has got to be the best fly swatter a horse could ever own.
I wish I was fonder of horses. I think it has to do something with my unreasonable fear of heights. When you sit on a horse, you are really so high that falling might be a dangerous situation. I remember as a Camp Fire Girl back in the 50's. I would go to Camp Hitaga in Iowa for a week or two for several summers in a row. These are some of my happiest memories and I still remember most of the camp songs we learned. Horseback riding was the one thing that I wasn't sure of. I remember being on a horse that wouldn't move for me. That is almost worse than one going too fast; almost. My brother-in-law has raised horses for a long time and I always thought they were so beautiful, but never had a desire to ride one again.


  1. I regret that I never had the chance to ride any of uncle gordon's horses growing up. I think this was the first year at age 36 that I ever rode a horse. It was scary at first but I enjoyed it. Maybe we'll have to go for some lessons by your house next time were in town.

  2. After being thrown off a few times, I gave up riding. Just like to pet them now and admire their beauty.

  3. I had to smile when I saw that braided tail! I vaguely remember a movie that shares the title of your post.