I saddled Blue up about 6 AM; the weather is inching its way back toward the 90's for a daily high, and I wanted to get a ride in while it was still comfortable for my horse and me.
There was very little traffic on the highway, and it was a most pleasant ride to town. I rode to my daughter's house and circled it, so if anyone was up and about, they'd see me. It was obvious they weren't awake.
It surprises me how many people were up, enjoying coffee on their porches and patios. I love the small-town, rural feel of this area.
About the pictures of my shadow: As I'm riding, I look down at the distorted view of me on my horse and say to myself, "That's really me! I have a horse!"
All my childhood I longed for a pony. I got my first pitiful horse, Ginger, after Cliff and I married and had a couple of babies; she was not well-trained, and we certainly didn't know the first thing about training horses. But I had my horse, and I rode whenever I could.
I've had other horses, and most of them had some fault or other. Lad, a Foxtrotter like Blue, was a pretty good horse, and I often regretted selling him; he was just young and not quite as trustworthy as you would like.
More recently I had a Tennessee Walker, Pleasure Boy. He had a wonderful, smooth gait, and I had fun riding him. However, he wouldn't let us put a child on his back and then lead him. My granddaughter, Monica, almost got stomped because of this. In fact, Boy was pretty much a one-person horse. Oh, and he refused to cross railroad tracks, which prevented my riding down by the river.
Blue, the horse I have now, is my childhood dream come true. When I look at my shadow as I'm riding him, I know all the other horses in my life only paved the way toward this perfect four-legged gift from God. All their faults only served to make me appreciate him.
Life is pretty darned good.