It is no secret that I hate the time change. If I had the power we'd stay on the 'summer hours' clock but, alas, I don't have that kind of power. Riding and other horse related activities has to fit in with work, weather and daylight. This means that I'm not getting a lot of time in the saddle.
|Quaid's first time in his mainsheet. I was pleasantly|
surprised that he didn't chew it to bits
This would, in the past, cause me a lot of aggravation. This year, I'm a little more philosophical about it, for a couple of reasons. One is that I have *almost* silenced that voice in my head that chastises me about not riding and training. It's not completely silent and I do sometimes let it creep in.
The other is that I have given notice that I will be retiring the end of March. So knowing that I won't have this issue next year helps a lot.
|my vision for April (perhaps don't tell Carmen 'kay?)|
The temperatures have been fairly mild so I am trying to get some time in the saddle, even if it's brief. But I am still largely limited to the weekend. If the weather cooperates. Last Saturday was horrible- cold and gusty but Sunday was lovely. I managed to get both horses worked and a crapload of farm chores done. That night I slept like the dead.
|Carmen is embracing her inner mud Queen|
Or she's trying to see if she can discourage me from getting ideas
|I took Quaid for a 'hack' in the woods. He was totally chill |
even with Carmen yelling in the field
|This warm weather results in more sweat|