Winston Churchill once said ...."The outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man." Well, in my case, the inside of a woman. They are truly magnificent, mysterious, beyond our imagination, beings of strength, and love, and respect. I cannot express the joy I have when I spend time with them... in the saddle,... on the ground.... it matters not. They are truly the beings of fairy tales. Ask any girl who owns a horse that also owns her.
Yesterday, I went out to ride. They were all in the front pasture, enjoying the new spring grass. As I drove up the dirt drive I rolled down my window, hit the car horn, and called to them with a whistle. All four horses lifted their heads, with the wind blowing in their manes, to acknowledge me. Recognizing I was one of "their" peeps, all of them, without hesitation, turned tail to the wind and galloped to where I was headed... the shed...where all things FOOD.. and GOOD, came from. Before they could catch me I had walked out and 3 of the 4 headed to their blessed MECCA,the shed, but one of them, MY horse... she stopped and came over to me, away from her herd, away from the blessed shed....blessing my heart in ways she could never understand.. and told me that she was MINE and I was HERS. Together we walked to the shed, which held the delicious peppermint horse treats, but on our way there she would stop and look back, and wait for me, then again would begin the journey. I am a silly girl. I know that she is smart enough to understand that there are no treats without the girl who can pull out the bucket of treats, but her little gesture, as great it was to me, and as small it was to her, was beyond something I can put into words. If you are a girl with a horse that you love, you get me, understand what I can't seem to find words for. All I can say is ..I don't know much about him or all the great things he did, but as far as horses were concerned.... Mr Churchhill was right on.
