Fall Colors

We didn't last too long at the conference. Mark stayed to listen until 10:00am while I visited with another horse owner trainer rider named Priscilla. The dark gloomy weather started to lighten on the long trip home, enough to enjoy the beautiful fall colors. The picture below is before the sun came out.

When the sun broke through the clouds, oh my were the colors brilliant.

These pictures were snapped through the window of our car while going 70 miles an hour on the hilly Missouri interstate. The views were so fantastic the drive didn't seem near as long going home as heading down. A text came over my phone asking "how much for your Friesian filly? We replied which filly? The text came back, "Valiant, how much for her?" That boy is just not going to be for sale, not now and maybe not ever! We arrived home to find the computers all working here in the apartment and at the farm house, the golf cart running and the dogs happy. Thanks so much Philip, Danny and Rhoda! Karin had to handle the Spoon River Drive business without me today in the rain. They didn't open until noon, not sure how she did for the last few hours, when I talked to her business was slow. She was pleased to report a break through for Holly the rescue mare. For the first time since she has been here Holly is starting to bond to Bonnie pony and Ciera. Yesterday Rhoda ponied Holly while riding Bonnie on the death trails with Karin riding Ciera behind her. Holly followed great, didn't even balk at the water crossings. She tried to jump the creeks but at least she didn't refuse to cross. This is actually huge for her. It gives us hope that someday she will be a normal trusting horse again. Mark was anxious to get out of the car and start doing something, he didn't even care what, he just needed to DO. He hauled the garbage over to the dumpster then jumped on the skid steer and moved 7 bales from our second cutting from the right side of the barn over to the left. This way we can use the first cutting hay stacked on the right first before hard winter hits and save the really good hay for when the cold strikes. It's good to be home.