Actually, would you mind if I exercised my inner child for a bit? It has been a long and boring winter...Ready?
Keep in mind I have already said this is childish...
Today, my husband tracked wood shavings into the house.
I only bring it up because the tracking in of wood shavings has been a source of contention here and there in our marriage. Not in a bad way, in a we'll-laugh-our-asses-off-about-this-later way. We all have our weirdnesses.
Here is photographic evidence of the said shavings:
The dog hair seen in the photograph has been included to show the approximate shape and size of the shavings. Love ya babe, but you are busted!
Digressing is a habit that can become addictive.
Here are the pictures I got from Mom & Dad's this past weekend. I want to call this series "The Horse Gene"
I posted this one a while back. Mom & Tar Baby.
Here is the one I was thinking about in that post. Mom & hackney type driving pony:
Flash forward 20 years. Mom and "Big Red Fred" her long time pal. They were quite the team! I will have to do their own post someday. Are those rust colored breeches? They are!
Here is Mom and Miss Mary May!
OK, so the dressage pic is with a trainer on her, but damn she looks good there!
Mom and Mary are quite the team too. Of course Mom grew up in the irons and has always been able to sit a horse well. There were some that she clicked with more than others, and in a life full of horses it is those that we all remember even if we were only outsiders looking in.
And just so Chef knows I'm not really upset at his shaving accusations, here is a really cool pic we found online. The dapper gentleman in front is his grandfather.
5 weeks ago