Trail Time
In the picture above, Sandy teaches my niece the basics of the Equestrian Arts, i.e., Don’t Fall off = )
These days, I’m not much of a horse person, but before I got my license, I had a horse named Casper. I didn’t ride him into town, or to the mall, but we did spend a lot of time exploring the woods. He was an old horse, but loved to run, and he was so well behaved that we didn’t fence him in. He would roam the yard, keeping the grass short, but when the sun was low in the sky, he would happily come running home. In the morning, we set him free, and in the evening we would provide protection from the unkown. If only more things in life would work out as well as that arrangement with Casper.
