It has been ages, years, perhaps more than a decade since I last rode a horse. Today I am walking about with sore leg muscles and a big smile, happy after getting back in the saddle again! A big shout out to my “baby” sister for sharing her experience and love of horses with my girls…..and with ME!
Thanks also to Annie (shown above, photo by my sister Allie) for carrying us into another world. A equine world that is in my bones. With horses I am carried back to my childhood, where dreams and stories of horses were a big part of me…where a visit to my Granny meant playing in the barn and riding on her horses, dreams coming alive. Not sure if there are any photos of this time to share with you, but I do have such a beautiful collection of images in my mind. Here is my Granny Marion, with Beauty, in 1944 when her young dreams must have been so BIG. I spoke with her on the phone last night and told her all about our riding visit and she sounded so pleased!
When I came home from our afternoon at the barn, I found this next photo in a recently unearthed box of old family photos from my other grandmother. It was right on the top of a pile of portraits, a fitting reminder that horses are indeed in my bones! How about you? Are horses a part of your story too?
