God is good.
Although our riders have been doing better and better, for a time our growth plateaued a bit. Well, that time’s pretty over.
On Saturday, I led the biggest group hack I’ve taken out at our own yard. They were all wonderful (well, except Starlight) and we rode about three-quarters of the way round the farm without a single mishap.
Liana, Sunè and Vastrap were carrying their kids, Starlight had L, Stardust had a lesson kiddie,
and two outside riders from another local riding school joined us, too.
I was on my most trusted dragon steed, and there’s not a single picture of her. Sorry Arwen. She blew some fire at the neighbouring cows and Liana had to go past and show her it was OK and there was no need to incinerate anyone, but otherwise she plodded on the buckle. As did most of them. It was amazing.
Who’d think after the disastrous crash in the end of last year that I’d ever have the guts to take even a single child out again? I didn’t. Apparently God did.
Then, I headed to a beautiful old farm even deeper into nowhere than we are to have a look at a grey mare that spooks spectacularly. She wasn’t too bad for me, and I’m hoping for a little repeat business there, but it remains to be seen.
And on Sunday morning a nice lady and her little girl from Deep Kyalami came to see if they could bring their gorgeous, well-bred, spooky young pony to us for schooling. On the videos it moves like Nell did, so I’m kind of excited for that one.
On Thursday we’re also going to pick up a new arrival, a kid’s TB mare.
And I have bookings for lessons from two brand-new clients.
I also got a more long-term contract helping to edit a novel draft that I’m totally in love with.
I keep going to God willing to do anything, and He keeps giving me awesome things to do. Sometimes I’m not sure why,
but then I watch my horses play, and I remember how I am loved.
Glory to the King.