Down at the Old School

Summer is finally winding down and I am looking forward to the return of winter. A wet year brought a proliferation of mosquitoes, which kept us in the confines of the weed free zone of the school grounds. With the morning temperatures hovering just above frost, we are now venturing out into the canyon on daily horse training excursions. The nights might be cold, but the days are glorious.

Zsanett is my training assistant. She was born in Hungaria, which has a long history of fine horsemanship and wonderful horse breeds. The circumstances of her youth prevented her from realizing her inherited proclivity for horsemastership, infact she may have never even touched a horse before her arrival here, but she is making up for lost time with a passion and enthusiasm that is intoxicatingly infectious. She and Paisley seem to have bonded.

As for myself, over the summer I have been bookkeeping for the Roadhouse, surveyed the Lincoln National Forest for rare thistles, wandered around Chaco Canyon, and continued my quest into the equine mind. Gardening, like this blog, was on a back burner this year.

You can view one of my proudest moments, captured in video, at The Hinny Whisperer

Yrs,
JRW
ps. There is so much to gossip about that to post even one item would be opening a flood gate where a million things of equal interest and priority would consume my fingertips, leaving just a bloody mess on my keyboard. If you want the gossip, show up here with a bottle of merlot and a long evening to contemplate the starry night.