The mud is appearing.
The snow is going.
The green grass is a little ways off.
When my mom walked me out to the field the other day, I stopped. Do I have to go out there - I asked her. It is so muddy for my delicate feet. My mom persisted and I finally I got to the field. It was not so nice. It would have been muddy enough to take my shoes off but I have none to take off. I heard stories about Bishop who used to take off his shoes in the mud.
I did have another encounter with the blacksmith. He trimmed my feet quite efficiently. He made nice comments about me and told me I was a good horse.
The arena is getting boring for riding - both my mom and I agree on this. The ring looks nicer every day. I hope I will be out there soon.
My mom is starting to take off her warmer winter riding clothes. I continue to shed my winter coat.
Walter is home from his winter vacation. I waved a friendly ear at him.
That is all for now.
Love and hugs,
Abracadabra
Friday, March 19, 2010
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