My 8-year old asked for hunting clothes for Christmas
... and they are wrapped and under the tree! Her goal has been to ride with the hunt ever since she first went cartopping with me. Mine too. I found some pretty good deals at our local consignment place and managed not to break the bank. We practiced "pony-ing" with her mounted for the first time today, going on a lovely little trail ride around the neighborhood, with great success, so we can probably have her out in just a few weeks. She has a little 10.2h black and white Shetland who is about as wide as he is tall, who tests her now and then, but for the most part is a very kind soul. He was digging the pony line - happy as a clam to go trotting alongside his buddy.
We played in the snow drifts. My heart is very, very full.
where are we going, and why am I in this hand basket?