"Blizzard" 2017

I'm actually sitting down in a coffee shop right now drinking some apple juice and catching up on blogs. I even ordered some delicious french toast and... breathed. What's my excuse? The truck is getting a new set of front tires across the street. It's always something right?

I did get a few minutes to snuggle with Chevy over this busy weekend which was nice. Of course, Lamb Chop was involved. Lamb Chop is always involved... ALWAYS...

So 'Blizzard' of 2017 hit last Thursday. If that's the most snow we get, I'll be happy. I don't mind snow and cold. It's the ice that kills me, and my back, and my walking ability. Thursday brought on that perfect kind of snow though... You know. The kind you ride in? ^.^

This popped up on my Timeline on Friday and I said outloud, "I'm going to ride in the snow today"

I remember this day and how I put on a good show that it was okay I couldn't ride my horse, but in my mind it killed me. I thought over and over, what if I never get to ride this horse? What did I do to myself? But he was a good sport and as you can tell, put up with my shenanigans and having Kate around to grab this shot definitely lifted my spirits.

After seeing this pop up, I started cleaning stalls at a client's barn and my phone rang. It was Kate. She had a few cancellations and asked if I'd like to do a photoshoot in the snow with Brantley. YES! Yes! Yes! YES!

Long story short, I got to the barn, tacked up, lunged him around the indoor because it had been a couple of days and he was a little high. As soon as I got that good eye from him I went out back to the outdoor... It took me 10 minutes to get on. The wind was whipping and trees were cracking, and falling... I was terrified. Brantley? He was fine. Didn't even flinch. I kept walking around and finally said, "Fuck it, I'm not doing this." and called Kate. She was on her way and said we can just play in the outdoor... I said okay, took a breath, walked into a field, (with the gate open because you know, that's safe if you're afraid your horse is going to toss you) and got on. He was fine. Super fine. My heart? Pounding... Was it worth it?

Absolutely!

I got my snow pictures!

And of course Brantley was the perfect model.

She even nailed a "You're not on fire Ricky Bobby!" shot that I thought Carly would appreciate.

Moral of the story?

I need to get my anxiety under control because we're fine...

And even if I don't? I can die happy for sure.

Thanks Kate from Polar Square Designs for the pictures! You're amazing ^.^