Have you ever wanted something. . . . ?

 

Have you ever wanted something for so long, that you actually forgot you still wanted it? Some at my house would say I often forget things and that is normal, but that is not what I am talking about. I have been a horse girl forever.  There were times that I rode a lot, then other times when not so much. But lately I am happy that I have the opportunity for lots of riding. Over the years, the really great riding facilities were always somewhere else. Don’t get me wrong, it was not that hard to haul to them and in the winter going to an indoor arena makes the most sense. And we just made do with what we had at home – the old bale yard with a barbed wire fence, and old pen with a straw pile in the middle and a significant slope.  Lots of times we just rode out in fields and pastures which we are lucky to have many. But when we set up our new yard we decided to level a spot for an actual riding arena. That was done a couple of years ago. Then this spring we levelled it, hauled in some sand and over the July long weekend pounded posts and put up rails. And some point in time everyone was working on the arena, except the guy that had to work at the team roping all weekend.  It involved lots of pounding, drilling, levelling, holding, more drilling and finally a completed riding arena. It is fantastic. The greatest thing ever. And I truly have to thank the big guy, because he does not even like horses and he will certainly not be riding in the arena, unless it is on a tractor pulling harrow.  And my girls for drilling and putting up the rails and grandpa for all his help. Now it does not seem to matter so much if the lawn gets seeded this year. It was so worth the wait.

-Kelly

“I figure if a girl wants to be a legend, she should just go ahead and be one.” Martha “Calamity Jane” Burke

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