When I was little I was horse CRAZY! I wanted a pony more than anything. If I was wanting a pony I was pretending to BE a pony. When I was 3 I had to be rushed to the ER because I was pretending to be a pony and ate some grass and it got stuck in my tonsils. I remember the big scary light and a doctor with a mask shoving big spaghetti tongs into my throat. No more eating grass for me. But I did still wish, dream, yearn for a pony!

My dad would come home from work and I would BEG him to be a pony for me. After a few hours of begging,  I could wear him down and he would gallop around the living room while I tried to stay on his back.

Then, when I was nine, we moved to a new house that had acreage and a barn! I didn’t have a pony yet but I had a barn. I would have slept in the barn if I could have gotten away with it. Horses had been in that barn until recently! I could feel their presence.

Then one magical day a horse trailer pulled up to the barn and out popped a pony. A really ugly pony. Skewbald with a bald face and witch-blue eyes with a roached mane. She was starved. Her hip bones stuck out and I could count every one of her ribs. Heaven only knows how the heck my parents ended up with this pony. Probably some friend of a friend of my dads. But I didn’t care. She was mine! All mine. My own pony. She was nasty, nasty mean but I loved her. Many is the time I was bucked off into stone walls, stepped on, bitten, kicked and rubbed off on trees. I didn’t care. She was like a princess pony in storybooks to me.

The Evil Peanut Pony who I LOVED.

So when I had the twins I vowed that they would never want for a pony. Before they could walk I got them the cutest little mini mare, then it was a dapple grey shetland who would whinney at them over the fence for carrots, then a pair of rare Swedish Gotland ponies and finally two Norwegian Fjord horses of their own. I should have known better when they never went out to play with any of the ponies — would ride with me under protest and now they have finally confessed that they wouldn’t mind if they never rode again, and please can we go to that really expensive dance camp this summer?? Please?? Please?? Cause DANCING is all we really EVER want to do!!

Wha??? DANCING???

So, I have offered for sale their two wonderful Fjord horses. I already have an offer on each one and a back up offer in case those fall through. I know they will go to good homes that will love them, but a small part of me will be sad to see them go.

Here is a little video of me, all grown up, with my daughters’ ponies.The dream was fun while it lasted. Now let’s DANCE!

Bean left for Florida with her grandmother and took my camera. So while she is taking pictures of beaches and palm trees and SUNSHINE, I am sitting here in the rain. With no camera to take pictures for my lonely little blog.

View out my bedroom window this morning. April 10.

 A.P.R.I.L. TENTH!!!!

There is no blizzard coming again tomorrow. Nope. Nuh-nuh. No siree.

I know there isn’t because it is SPRING!!!

I am sure it is spring because these are in my sunroom:

4 black Australops and 4 Aracunas (the Easter Egg chicks)

And somebody REALLY wants to get into the sunroom!

learning state capitals. A link for Lula & Bean.