Horses
This will be a short post because I can’t think of a way to explain the irrational love that I (and many other women) have for horses. I liken it to the way that a man will throw money at something like a boat that is seldom used, for I seldom have time or opportunity to be with my horse.
I have been scared near to death on a horse,
injured on a horse,
frustrated nearly to the end of patience by a horse,
money poor because of a horse,
and yet I love horses.
And though, unlike boats, they can get sick and die, also unlike boats they are living and can love you back. They are a bit like people – some handsome, some not so much, some with great personalities, some a little cranky – all kinds of apt comparisons. If you’re at the right end, they smell really nice, like fresh hay and they have wonderfully soft noses. That’s some of it, but like I said, it doesn’t really explain it all.
I have posted this sequence before but it was fun (funny) and I love to relive it.
I Just Have to Say... 
I was one of those girls, too. I never owned a horse, but I had friends with horses and became a fairly competent rider myself. Your photos brought back some fond memories — dangerous, adventurous, hilarious — but always fun and exactly where I wanted to be.
You are a kindred spirit.
Yes. Yes, I am. ❤
i agree; second week is always difficult! 😀 Beautiful horse tho!
Joy @ The Joyous Living
My daughter’s horse – before I had one. Thanks.
OH YES,And I was there. A new way to dismount.. Happy Birthday. JCB
Yes you were. Thank you.
I agree there is that connection with horses that women have – but they are such lovely animals (and they deserve the attention.)
A Piece of Uganda
Yes, they do deserve attention and I wish they always got it. Thanks for reading.