In which it's been summer LONG ENOUGH, bring on the fall (and fall riding)!
It's been summer so long that we were getting tired of summer.
|Patty leads the parade on one of our Sunday rides in sunshine|
I like riding in sunshine as much as anybody else.
|View from the monument. Notice how brown the grass is, here at the top of the hill|
But with the smoke from nearby forest fires haunting our airspace for several weeks, we are glad to welcome something else.
|Crowded at the monument on the last day of predicted sunshine|
Of course, there are always a few last-minute, end-of-summer projects to squeeze in before the rain starts.
|building the "manure lagoon" at Fish Creek Farm|
|you GOTTA sign your work!|
|I signed, too!|
Last Sunday was the predicted End of Sunshine.
|blue skies overhead, equipped for rain|
Anne-Marie's greenbean horse Rifle joined us for the first time and learned the essential skills that we teach all young horses.
|the sky got a little misty, and the wind was definitely NOT warm despite the sunshine|
It's always good to ride with the Suspects.
|The Dragon considers both Meagan's horse Pony and Anne-Marie's horse Rifle to be "baby horses"|
which means she lets them crowd in close and bounce off of her when they get surprised by stuff.
And finally: IT RAINED!
The air is clear of smoke, the dirt is dirt again instead of dust, and it feels normal to grab a wool sweater when leaving the house.
We'll clean the chimney tomorrow: wood stove season is nearly here.
|a solo ride was just about right|
I kept my eyes peeled for chanterelle mushrooms, which were completely dormant during our long dry summer.
|There should be mushrooms under all this green stuff|
But I didn't see any.
|With no "baby horses" along for the ride, Fiddle and I can ZOOM!|
Hours in the saddle are never wasted.
|Our Swamp is finally starting to feel damp again|
It's Good, ya know?