another beautiful day in NH. I awoke to a host of male birds trying their darndest to convince the flying girls out there that they were the best. Each song had a "take me, take me" attitude. A great way to start the day. That, followed by a ride in the woods with good friends. Mud season is here, a bit early, and I know we in NH should NEVER think spring is here til mid april, or beyond, but it is hard not to agree with the birds and have a song in one's heart. We did a bit of slipping and sliding, but nothing compared to some of the icy rides we have had this year.

Not having enough of the outdoors, I proceeded to take my soon to not be lame mare Caly and Cromwell, my wonderful Cavalier King Charles on a muddy walk. It gets her out and starts getting her fit again, while helps me keep some of the pounds off. Some how after age 50 that gets harder and harder. What ever happened to the days when I could sit down and have a half bag of oreos with milk. now I look at them and have to plan at least 5 days to walk them off. I digress, a habit of mine......I am working on teaching Cromwell to ride Caly so we can go on trails together and when he gets tired, or we get near a road I can plunk him in front of me. Caly isn't so sure she likes the idea, but she is getting better. Cromwell doesnt mind anything as long as it involves warm bodies. He had his first ride a few weeks ago when he got wrapped up in digging for something, could be a rock or a vole, or anything as far as he is concerned, and did not come when I called, nor when I mounted back up and went looking for him. Two friends were training young horses and found him near where I told them he had gone missing. Very tired, I like to think a bit stressed when he realized I wasn't around. So, they put him in front of them and rode him home. Now he is in trouble. Now that  I know he can ride.

He is asleep behind me on his pillow as I type. He snores loudly.