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Another beautiful, cool morning, and I started with the breakfast of champions. Not Wheaties – complimentary horse show donuts! I ate one for myself and one for Jane, who doesn’t eat donuts. The day began with Kris giving Jane a flat lesson on Derry (“flat” means not jumping). The show is HUGE. There are over […]

Horse showing is a roller coaster – one day a peak, soon there’s a valley. Here we are yesterday (photos by Shawn McMillen Photography) We awoke to a lovely, cool morning and I was reminded, as every day, how lucky I am to see this face waiting for breakfast… Note the pallet ingeniously placed to

We old ladies walked the course for the 1 meter Low Schooling Jumpers and were plenty intimidated. That’s when we began to realize just how long it’s been since we went to a “real” horse show. I thought it might have been better to start back at a less impressive venue. With so many good

Perhaps you were thinking Jane and I had succumbed to old age and given up horse showing. It was beginning to look like we might have come to the end, having been thwarted at every turn. But a few weeks ago, Kris came to see us and knocked off some of our rust. We entered

Here we are, well into April already, the poetry month. In a nod to T.S. Eliot, St. Louis poet, buried in familial Somerset, I spell the word “cruellest” his way. In 2010, we read T.S. Eliot in the garden at Hays, Brent Knoll, in Somerset. My father, Brian, and his two brothers and sister were