|Here are some of our favorite links. Look them up - you will even find a link to Mary's website of her ranch (and my Arizona home).
|The following poem came to me via e-mail and the author is listed as "Unknown".
|Thank you, whoever you are.
|When I am an old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all,
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend,
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
|"The bit is only as severe as the rider's hands." - Kristin Herman, my favourite all-time dressage instructor!
|"Do not let what you are get in the way of what you can become" -