The calendar supposedly calls this "autumn," but here in the Swamp
we are in the middle stages of the Winter Rain Festival.
With cold rain pouring down, it's time to move some of our play under a roof.
|And still, we smile|
We all have different issues to tackle this season, and it's a little easier to tackle them with moral support from the Usual Suspects.
Margie is a greenish rider on Magic, a talented endurance horse.
|Tightening up those wonky steering cables|
Patty and Flower have been out of lessons for more than a year. Patty's knees have given her pain for a while, so she's been spending a bunch of time with our favorite physical therapists, plus she's still coping with the aftermath of that poorly-executed flying-without-wings incident.
|"Shoulder back, butt forward!"|
And then there's me.
|"Geez, lady, you're so crooked you make ME crooked!"|
Muscles and tendons on the "bone side" of my body are uninjured, but the natural joint is weak and uncooperative.
|Finally: rider is more straight, allowing the horse|
to bend a little better.
|Bend! Bend! BEND! Sigh.|
|Photoshopped. But, cool idea, right?|
Happy Winter, all y'all.