Our wonderful daughter-in-law, Mary, does not care for horses.
By this I mean that she is scared to death of horses.
Specifically, because she was bit by a horse, she is scared of big horse teeth.
Naturally, her children want to ride horses.
Camp Grandmama and Grampy Campy seemed like a perfect solution.
HAPPY HORSE DAY!
We started the day with some horsey type crafts.
We didn’t hang around the house for very long.
We had an appointment with destiny!!
I had made prior arrangements with Neva, the delightful manager (and daughter of the owners) of La Fleur Stables, to “immerse” Carson and Mackenzie in horsiness. (Let me save you some time. Horsiness is really a word! – I looked).
Naturally, our day was sepia toned.
Before the kids got to ride a horse, they were introduced to La Fleur’s miniature horses, Mickey and Mouse.
Nope. Not a pony, but a miniature horse. According to Lena (the darling young girl who owns these pint sized horses), they were originally bred as pets for the French Court (this was in the 1600s, I don’t think President Hollande has a miniature horse). Due to their size and strength, they were used in the coal mines in England and America for many years and now are used as companion horses as well as Assistance Horses.
Mickey and Carson sized each other up…
Mackenzie joined the fun with Mouse.
Once they were brushed and combed and curried, Lena helped the kids bridle and saddle Mickey and Mouse.
Carson and Mackenzie looked on for the more complicated pieces of tack…
… and considered what was going to happen next.
In a show of unity, they walked next to each other out of the stalls (Carson and Mackenzie walked next to each other, too).
Mickey was hitched up to a cart…
… and Carson got his first lesson in driving.
After Amanda showed Carson the finer points of driving a cart…
…Carson spent quite a bit of time taking Mickey through her paces.
Mackenzie had made it clear that she was NOT interested in riding a horse. At all.
Grampy came up with an elegant solution. He held Mackenzie while Lena led Mouse through the tunnel of his legs. While Lena led the pony around the ring, Grampy continued to straddle-walk with Mackenzie in his arms.
Fortunately (for Grampy’s sake), once Mackenzie was able to tie her hands into a knot, she rode Mouse without Grampy’s support.
She even rode alone (for a brief time).
Carson moved from cart to pony…
After a few cantors around the ring, Carson rode alone.
Mackenzie was eased into the cart with Grampy…
…and was soon riding with the girls.
After a long afternoon in the ring, the horses needed a little treat.
Fortunately, we had carrots from home.
Mackenzie looked for just the right horse…
…until the right horse found Mackenzie.
As you can imagine, the kids are now “experts” at riding.
They seek new opportunities to ride.
Carson even sought out a Green Bay Packer horse. He’s a daredevil.
For all the horsiness of our day (and believe me, we all smelled horsy), we had a completely unplanned surprise.
As we settled down to watch a show, I found …
Are you kidding me? What are the odds? Was it Kismet?
We watched in wonder as the plucky little urchins saved the brave and hardworking miniature horses.
It was a very good, sepia colored day.
I now return you to your regularly colored (and in our case, neon shirted) world.