
Starts out cleaning brushes, end up painting a page of flowers.

Starts out cleaning brushes, end up painting a page of flowers.

I go back to the horse often. Dozens of reasons, one of which being the familiar shape which allows me to focus on letting go and letting the paint play. It’s always something I’ll be learning.

My clematis comes in for the winter and blooms in February. It’s delightful.

It’s been pretty mild here–in between days of genuinely bitter cold–but the footing has stayed pretty good. We’re still working on understanding life with a bitless bridle–and I’ve started using the neck rein–holding both the neck rein and the reins as if using a double bridle or something.
Midas loves it.
I mean….we’re not going around looking like a dressage pony, but he steers shockingly well, and stops pretty wel also.
It’s also meant that when I ditch the bridle entirely and just use the neck rein, he handles really well.
On our way to liberty riding! But, I need to spend some time brushing up on my sitting trot, first. Because Midas says he doesn’t believe I can really steer when we’re trotting bareback.
Independent seat, here I come. Right?