I wish I was there

Today I'm missing my horses. I was just looking at the pictures I have of them all around my computer and wishing that I was out there with them instead of in here. I love them at this time of year when they are all furry and fat. There's nothing more soothing in this world than when you stand in the crisp almost-winter air, with four horses breathing their sweet, hay scented breath at you. This is when they are best, when their funny personalities show, and they jostle around and beg for your attention.

Our four are so distinct too. The old chestnut mare, reserved and a bit standoffish, but she won't let you forget to give her some special attention too. Then there's our pushy little girl. In your face, graceful and beautiful... just like a teenager - look at me! Look at me! She should be at the awkward yearling stage, but this one hasn't had an awkward moment in her life. And our sweet, low man in the herd gelding. He's big and furry and just wants you to love him. He's just like a big teddy bear. Last and best, my big black, bossy man. He's never had a moment in his life where he hasn't known he was best. He's a star and I think he knows it. He has his sweet side too, when he snuffles your hair and put his head on your shoulder.

You never have these moments when you're focused on working and getting ready for showing. That's when they are all glossy and shiny and perfect and you're proud of their talent and their abilities and how hard they work for you.

But now, now is the time you love them just for being horses.