Like many equestrians, I struggle with carving out the time to ride without neglecting my family and my job. I’ve often joked that I either have a lot of time to ride and no money or not time and more money.
This spring, you might have noticed that there weren’t a lot of posts about foxhunting. That’s because I was able to hunt a grand total of . . . once. What can I say? Life got in the way. It was my daughter’s last season of high school rowing and I wanted to watch her regattas — and to spend time with her before she heads off to college. Plus, I’ve was lucky enough land a couple of new clients.
So, I squeezed in rides when I could and got rained out of a couple of hunts that I thought I could make.
Instead of hunting, my rides became a quiet time, a restorative time. My horses started out the spring being naughty so we both benefited from long walks in the woods.
We searched out the special places and sought out the signs of spring — it took awhile to find the Lady Slippers this year, but the day I found the first one, another half a dozen appeared like magic.
The horses didn’t mind the easy spring. They enjoy being horses, living out in their paddocks and hanging out with their friends. They go a bit feral when they don’t get worked enough, but it’s not like they are tapping their hooves and looking for a job. I like to think they enjoy hacking out and going new places. Armed with my “Map my Run” app we headed down some new trails and founds some lovely ponds.
I’m looking forward to hunting in the fall, but the spring had it’s own