Sometimes Reid likes to ride with me. Here we are on my horse, Phoenix. There was a time I wouldn't have dreamed of putting a kid on Phoenix (who seemed to refuse to tolerate any rider other than myself). But he's an old man now, at 21, and he has arthritis. I've had him since he was 3. I wonder, sometimes when I call him old man, if he's silently calling me old woman?
Pierce is always excited to get to ride. I didn't even have to punch holes in my saddle stirrups for him, thanks to a brutal riding lesson when I was 14 years old that involved doing the entire hour in what my instructor, Art, referred to as "jockey position". Turns out my teen jockey length stirrups fit a 6 year old just fine.
Now if only it really were beach week. I don't know about you, but I'm done with winter.