Call me crazy!

Since my wreck, a few weeks ago, I’ve been puzzling over something – from the moment I hit the ground, I’ve had no fear about climbing back into the saddle … even on Tally (well, some concerns there, but more on that later).  In my youth, that might have been expected … but I for one … More Call me crazy!

Sunday at the ER

I always knew it would happen this way.  Since Tally was a foal, she was easy going and soft-eyed – but, without warning, some sound or movement would set her off and she would bolt.  In the beginning, she’d fly right into you – not so dangerous with a foal, but something we had to … More Sunday at the ER

In praise of Tally

It has been just over two years since I brought a broken Tally home from the trainer. It has been two years of recovery from wounds both physical and mental, rather than two years of advancement. Under saddle we are only at the stage of a baby just started for the first time … exactly where … More In praise of Tally