Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Excellent picture of Saxony with the kids first cat toy. Beautiful moments.
Is that your braid, Muddy K??? :-) Lovely pic.
Yes, it is, Wolfie. And it's the only kind of braiding I know how to do, so no horse tails and manes for me. Ha!
Wow, I have just found you blog and love it. It's very, very real. I think I'l be in here for hours rummaging through your older posts.I like the picture, but a thousand words are great too when strung together so well!
Thanks so much, TCap. I really appreciate you taking the time to visit.
Nothing wrong with that braiding. Horse tails and manes are far off from that. LOL
Wow, great picture. I'm not much of a braider either but I'd love to have hair that long...I think?
GHM, nah, maybe not. Every time I bend over in the shower I get a wedgie!
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