I got out of bed, expecting the worst. I was using a cane around the house yesterday, and for the past week the first step in the morning has been miserable. To my astonishment, there was no pain at all! No pain meds today, and I would have gone to the barn, but my nurses would not allow it. Here they are just before we got up this morning, holding me down…
Jane brought the horses in this morning and stopped in for a visit. Harry took a picture of us, instead of birds on the back porch (well, I guess we are birds, though rather ancient ones). Here we are in covid hair, socially distanced. And yes, I am wearing the same clothes as yesterday, since I haven’t done any work, and who the hell cares, anyway!?
Birds on the back porch (a gray bird and a red one)
Jane went riding without me, but she sent pictures. It was a lovely morning for a ride, for sure.
Perfect trail horse, Derry 
Derry wonders where her pals are…
Meanwhile, I spent ages on the phone catching up with Susie Shelton, who took me in every weekend during my teenage years, when she and Rich managed Three Creek Farm. It was transporting to talk to her, and earlier to Woody, Rich’s brother.
I mentioned Rich, who was my first mentor as a horseman, when I wrote recently about Dennis Cappel. Here is Dennis working with my friend, Betsy’s horse recently.
And here is an old picture I found today (being housebound has its advantages) of Rich working a Connemara at Three Creek…
Soon after this picture was taken, Rich would be on that colt and cantering through the trails. Truly, my youth was filled with magic.
Harry has been telling me I should feature some old pictures, so here is another that I unearthed today, with Harry in it, though he is turned from the camera. This picture was taken by a newspaper photographer doing a publicity shot. The caption is my doing. It is a cool, dramatic photograph.
Since I was stuck in the house, I haven’t much to show for the day. Here are a few more pictures from Nancy, of Rainy the mule (and Honey the horse) in Montana.
Rainy 
Rainy scratches an itch 
Honey doesn’t want a photo, just rest 
Rainy keeping her mule ears hidden 
Gray Rainy and her gray mother, Gracie
Harry is trying to stay sane reading poetry, but that can get heavy, so he switches to Funny Times instead.
From Barbara in San Francisco, where the sun don’t shine and the air is unfit to breathe…
And from Nancy in Montana, where new fires are starting as the sun sets…
I guess we are pretty lucky here in Missouri.
Foggy morning
Stay safe, stay well, count your blessings.
Yay no pain well done! Love your pictures thanks for sharing.
Super pictures. O M G were we ever that young. It was wonderful talking to you. So happy you are felling better. You are the nicest lady I have had the pleasure of knowing.
Never mind wearing the same thing two days in a row. No one cares! Sometimes in the winter I wear the same thing all week!
That photo of the man falling off of the horse is amazing; talk about an action shot!