The Palomino Pony Videos

I didn’t write yesterday. I didn’t write because if you live in Buffalo, you know yesterday was gorgeous. The sun shining into my office window was too much to resist – so I left work early and, surprise, drove as quickly as I could to the barn. There was work for me to do, just like there usually is, but that didn’t matter. Jeans, boots, a short-sleeved shirt – pastures full of horses running, snorting, and enjoying the October sun. The smell of fresh cut hay was in the aisle as I carted wheelbarrows full of fresh shavings to each stall I cleaned; it was a perfect autumn day. Time much better spent outside, considering how rare these warm autumn days are here in Western New York – we never quite know which one will be our last.

This post doesn’t seem destined to be as long as my last one. It was a simple, quiet afternoon when you get down to it – I didn’t spend much time dwelling on anything more than the day itself. I didn’t mind the work; honestly, the movement felt good – especially considering I typically spend most of my week trapped behind a desk. The hours passed by sluggishly and for that, I felt extremely fortunate – I wanted to savor that time outside with the horses, working alongside my best friend, knowing we had a fun ride planned for after we finished our chores.

The leaves are changing quickly now, and that ride did not disappoint. It was filled with the sounds of pleasant crunching under our mares’ hooves, laughter as we crossed through fields and dodged one particular turkey who tried to ambush us. The colors seeping into their seasonal crescendo set the backdrop; reds, yellows, oranges, you couldn’t ask for a more picturesque twilight ride. The evening got chilly as the sun sank behind the trees, but our horses faithfully carried us back home.

That’s all I can really ask for: good friends, good horses, and good rides.