A Point in Spring's Favor

Spring's a'coming, Mildred! Hold your horses!

Last fall, I promised Millie I'd teach her to properly ride. I was a to-do list personified, though, burdened by the minutia of canning and freezing and school beginning, so she only got two lessons.

I use the term "lessons" loosely. Basically, I showed her how to clean hooves, and then she went to town with a comb and a curry brush.







I didn't bridle Princess but simply clipped the lead rope on both sides of her halter so that Millie could get used to directing her. And my mom no longer has a children's saddle, so Millie used the youth saddle, which as you can see by her precarious seat, is a bit large.


Mostly, Princess just ate grass while the girls sat on her.


Piper thought she was the bee's knees. (What does that mean, anyway?!)


And then Princess, self-directed pony that she is, took Millie right back to the barn.



While we love plump and stubborn ponies, someday I'd love to have a horse of our own.