One of my favorite things to do is watch my 17 year old daughter ride her horse. Emma Rose (my baby) and Holly (her baby) have a beautiful connection. Emma is an accomplished horsewoman, and I’m a big scaredy cat. When Emma is done riding Holly, she’ll look at me and say, “Hey Mom, wanna hop on?” I smile and so does she, we both know my answer is no.
A few years ago, I had a small horse…okay it was a large pony. Ginger was a sweet Haflinger and short just like me. I figured a short horse meant a shorter trip to the ground….luckily I never once fell off. I used to trot Ginger around the arena…..okay I’d walk her…..and pretend I was a cowgirl. One weekend I competed in a western Gymkhana event. The competition that day was tough. So what if my competitors were all under age of ten, they meant business! I raced around the barrels…okay I crawled around the barrels, and got disqualified. It didn’t matter, I was still over the moon. It was on that day that I became an official cowgirl with heart.
I took a few shots at the ranch a couple weeks ago and thought you might enjoy a peek.
Happy Trails and have a giddy-up weekend!