I awoke to the birds singing the happy song because spring has arrived in Southern Texas. I’ve been in the garden all week enjoying the fresh weather, planting, and teaching Kira about the pleasures we can find in the garden. My animals have been stretching their legs in the nice weather. Lucy had a wild dog spin around the yard while Coco climbed every tree, stalked lizards, and pounced on a butterfly. It has been almost a perfect week. But today my heart suffered a fracture.
The bad news began on Wednesday when Gwinny was getting a training lesson under Rene. Some rodeo folks entered the indoor arena with all their clinking spurs and gear. The unknown noise and strange riding maneuvers western riders do spooked her. She reared up with Rene and did her best to bolt. Rene can handle that silly green horse nonsense, but if that had been me on her, I’d have been 1)hurt from a fall 2) scared out of my mind screaming my head off or 3) ready to quit riding. I knew the moment I saw my horse rear up with a rider on her back that I would never get on her again. Trust was dashed out the barn door never to return. I knew I had to sell her. Oh, but saying it out loud hurt so much, however, not more than the thought of me, a mother of five(and sixteen more )with a serious injury or worse. Riding is supposed to be both safe and fun. I knew she had to go. Thankfully, Gwinny was the favored horse of all the babies born on the farm so her breeder was giddy happy to buy her back. She picked her up this morning and when I watched her drive away in the trailer I felt my throat grow a big knot. Oh I loved her, but what I realized is I love having a horse in my life. She’s in better hands now, and I’m going to be thankful for what she taught me. I’m enjoying getting to know Bear, and he’s a horse that will take care of me and not pull any young horse silly stuff on this old lady who is just trying to learn to be a good rider.
Thankfully, Gwinny was carried away as Jack was preparing to take a lesson on Bear so I could focus on something positive. Of course, Kira had to have her walk on Bear first. She loves horses almost as much as I do. She’s turning three on Monday and naturally she is getting a little saddle. Craig knows he is doomed. As a friend just told him yesterday as he drove his four horses to a show… “when I watch my daughters ride I watch my money run away from me.” I’m still giggling. Can’t help it once you get horse crazy it is insatiable. A man who love a horse crazy woman really loves her. (but a daughter who loves a horse might not fall for boys for a long time and that’s priceless.)