Dad, me, sister, brother back in NEW JERSEY (1964)
One thing was for certain, I was over-dressed and had to quickly shed my coat.
I saddled up Falcon after a short lunge and a snack, then lunged him a few times again after saddling since I had added the saddle pack first on the front-which flopped around and didn't fit my ATMS very well. Then I grabbed another and put it on the back and ditched the front one.
I tried to walk Falcon away from the barn-he stalled-planted his feet.
We moved out of the gate-only for me to remember I had forgotten my gloves, so back we went.
Then he planted his feet again.
(It is SPRING after all)
We made it 5 steps out of the gate
(SPRING planting NOT FEET planting!)
Then a neighbor came out with his horses and shoed Falcon along for about 10 steps.
Feet plant-REALLY? this is getting old. It literally took me 20 min to make it 1/4 of a mile.
At the parking area, I mounted, only to have him PLANT again, then start backing.
BIG STICK TIME
Swish swish-small lunging circle PLANT FEET
BIG STICK SWISH
This time he followed me across the creek with a HUGE leap. I labored up the small hill-already tired from the battle...also thankful that I had frozen gatorade with me.
On again-backing, balking, feet planting-BAD barn sour attitude. Where did THAT come from?
Finally I gave him a big kick and he started walking nicely...trotting, a little canter, then
Ok, I know this is growing old. But it continued for 45 min. Finally when he was going good for 5, I turned him around and headed back towards home, where of course he was very well behaved.
Yes I need exercise-but not THAT kind! not a very nice ride and plans to make it to the lake were thwarted. BLAH.
Yes it is planting time-I came home and planted some lettuce, spinach, onions, peas and potatoes in my shaded garden boxes. ENOUGH PLANTING for NOW!