Monday, November 2, 2009

Saturday's Ride

A light rain/mist, or spit from heaven is falling and there is a slow glowing fire in the stove. Time to do a new post. This once a week post thing was supposed to improve the quality of posts and stop my mind from thinking in blog. It has accomplished the second, but when you stop thinking blog, then you just kind of lose it. If you know what I mean. Also, not having the hubby involved really somehow lessens it all. It is just not as much fun and the quality suffers; both in wit and grammar. (Like should that just have been a semi colon, comma or just its own sentence). Oh well, maybe next year he will grace these pages again.
This post is supposed to be entitled, "The Bella Diaries", chronicling our daughter's dog's visit to the ranch. But that will have to wait. I can tell you though that it is rated PG 13 due to some violent images.Instead, it will be another post about riding. Have you figured out yet, that I love horses! Here is the herd. I am no longer counting. So don't you either. I will add that 4 are not mine. But that still leaves an awful lot, and this photo doesn't even show all of them! Now that I have them all turned out on the ranch, I call them the "Brombies". Or is it "Brumbies? Anyone know where that reference comes from? Anyone care?This photo shows how to capture handsome head shots of your horse. Johanna is optional, something to shake is not.
Here is the handsome head shot of Shy-Anne. (Eric the Bold's horse...NOT mine). Her head wouldn't really be considered beautiful, but somehow it always seems so to me. BTW- this horse is half billy goat. She can go ANYWHERE, and she does so with verve. (See I can use unusual words even without the hubby).
After grooming all the Brombies, we pick a few, saddle up and take off. A beautiful sunny, now cloudy, now mysterious kind of day.
Off the road now we head up a draw. The quiet fall surrounds us. No wind noise here. The earth smells rich and musty. We are quiet. A silhouette shot. Wait is that princess Pocahontas or is she just waving her hand around in the air? Perhaps she has a bee in her bonnet. Along the ridge we had a dramatic change in climate with wind blowing and the fog flowing. Jo decided to try and fly, I think. Donkeys in the mist. Macho ain't named "macho' for nothin. He tried to work his moves on us, but we weren't having it, I tell ya. Evening came quick and we headed back. Another beautiful ride in paradise. Of course, you aren't really done until the fat lady sings. Or perhaps the skinny lady! Sequoyah wasn't quite sure he liked the song, but he did wait around to listen.
The end.
(Post Script: Isn't it pathetic that I have ended so many posts this way?)


  1. Ah-HA! ;) Me thinks it might be Brumbies, from The Man From Snowy River! (Close??)

    Nice ride TJ, and no matter if Mark pitches in on the posts or not, we still love hearing from you and seeing the pix!!

  2. Mrs Mom is right. Brumbies are the wild/feral horses in Australia.

    Great pictures and it looked like a fun ride.

    Someone said having horses is like eating potato chips. It's hard to stop at just one or two.


  3. What a wonderful ride! That colt is sure getting big!! You always get such great pictures of everyone riding. I hope the dog is okay, sounds kinda bad!!

  4. Boy, your pics always make me miss that area. Sigh... such beauty! Such great country.. I remember one weekend morning riding by myself up a steep fire trail and ending up above a sea of fog. So pretty. I miss it so much!!

  5. Nothing is pathetic about this post! I love any you give us. What gorgeous pictures throughout.

    I was wondering--what's wrong in thinking in blog? I mean, that's how I live my life nowadays. In fact, I have also added thinking in facebook.

    I, like you, am tormented with the semicolon comma thing.


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