It’s only been two weeks, but I think I’m in love.
I just love the glimmer in his eye, even if I do look like I’m half expecting him to bolt, and half overly excited.
Another funny fact is that that’s actually the compilation of two photos. My mom shot two – and of course one was with me looking like an alien from another planet, and Ted looking quite handsome, as shown here – and one where I looked like a normal, civil human being, and Mr. Pony was gnawing on his bit.
I put my skills to work and in the matter of minutes, a star was born. Work didn’t hire me just for my pretty face, you know. (That’s a joke – I’m not that vein, but it’s a pretty good saying, no?)
Though the more I look at it, the more I think my head is a bit small – and to make a long story short, I guess it’s just funny that I adore this photograph so much when it’s sort of a phoney.
Before I went on that long tangent, I was thinking about how much I adore this pony. He’s hardly my first, and not even the first I’ve trained.
But for whatever reason, I seem to have come to admire him quicker than any. Maybe because I feel the whole situation was truly meant to be. I never really divulged the story of how we “found” him, but to make a long story just a little bit shorter – my mom just so happened to be eavesdropping during one of the auctions we went to, and before you know it – we discovered Teddie.
His old mom nonchalantly mentioned something about “feedlot” and “Haflinger” to another person, and my mother – the normally quiet, shy person like myself – asked her about her experiences rescuing a horse from the feedlot.
We didn’t know she was trying to rehome him, my mom simply wanted to know her experiences. My mom has rescued horses before, but never from a feedlot situation.
Before we know it, we’re headed back to her truck to see some photos of the handsome devil as she casually mentioned she may be trying to rehome him.
And soon after that, we’re exchanging e-mails…and you know how the rest of the story goes.
She hadn’t even advertised him yet.
And she almost didn’t even go to the auction that day.
Kinda like fate, if you ask me.
Lets hope we still love each other for many more moons, hmm?
But, anyways! Sorry for getting all lovey-dovey story-time on you guys…you want to see food, don’t you?! [insert awful Teddie-almost-was joke here. oh, I’m such a bad mom. It’s really not something to joke about.]
You didn’t think strawberries were going to end after yesterday, did you? Trust me – you’ll be seeing them very frequently!
I woke up bright and early feeling even more rejuvenated than usual – lately I’ve been taking advantage of sleeping in a half hour extra or so, but I guess I didn’t need it today. I’ll credit it to a mini yoga sesh before bed. I needed to sttrrreeeeeetcchh!
I got busy in the kitchen after some quick bloggie-reading, and made my usual millet oatmeal waffles,and added in some strawberry juice from some nuked berries. Figs also joined the party, as well as cashews and some agave…but I guess I just wasn’t feelin’ the nut butter today. To me, strawberries don’t scream peanut butter as much as some other fruits do!
I knew it was supposed to get hot today, so I wasted no time this morning. I tacked up Mel with my new saddle for a quick ride, just so I could use it a bit before riding in it on Teddie. I didn’t actually end up riding him today, just lunged a bit at the “scary” end of the indoor. He was fine and I thought he’d need a little day off, so I left it at that. That and, I was all alone again.
The saddle seems to fit him well, but I’m hoping to have a fitter out soon, as I think some of the flocking can be taken out for an even better fit. Only the best for my boy!
I cleaned the office while I was out, and came home to a nice cool house, where I leisurely prepared lunch.
Plain greek yog + strawberries + galaxy vanilla granola + mixed nuts + cinnamon + irish cream agave…
Panini with spinach + goat cheese + balsamic and basil marinated strawberries + seitan.
Enjoyed with a beggar
And a blue sky.
Afterwards, my mom came home from Tractor Supply with some fencing supplies, and we got to work strength training.
Err, or maybe putting in a new fence for the ponies soon to come. We only have large areas fenced in for Jiggy and Mel, and wanted a smaller enclosure for when these guys get here. They will not be going out with Jigs and Mel.
We chose to pound in T-posts with a hammer. (well, not a normal hammer, but still – a hammer.)
I’m not sure if T-posts are used for stuff other than horse/animal fencing so I’m not sure if any of you are familiar with the business that is pounding in fence posts – in which case, consider yourselves lucky.I tried convincing my mom to get a T-post pounder because even though they weigh 20 pounds, you can pound the post in in 5 tries. It took us about 5-10 minutes per post with the hammer we had, and it was still a big hammer. By the time we were halfway done, it seemed as if the hammer was fifty pounds and there was a magnet in the ground that refused to allow me to lift it.
I’ve learned that the only days it’s sunny and hot in Vermont are the days you’re planning on doing some fencing. After a couple hours of that, food and hydration was necessary.
This started out innocent enough – just a giant yog mess, pretty much the same as the one with lunch.
And then I remembered some things…
Things like Purely Decadent’s coconut milk ice cream I’ve had chillin’ out (literally) in my freezer (it’s a bit chocolatey for me – though mixed with the greek yog it was perfect!) and thus, the final product ended up as such: greek yog + strawberries + chocolate Purely Decadent coconut milk ice cream + coconut + half a Super Charge Me cookie + Annie’s Bunny Grahams + honey.
Might not fly.
Mouse is good for determining the weather. When he’s zonked out on the carpet underneath the dining room table, you know it’s hot out. Likewise, when he’s hiding in my room, there’s a storm coming. And when he’s just laying on my bed, chances are it’s going to rain all day.
It was nice to be able to come inside to a nice cool, comfy bedroom after all that pacing, pounding, and blister forming (and popping – eww!)
And it wasn’t long until dinner rolled around, where I had yet another salad, again with sweet potatoes and strawberries.
I love sweet potatoes in salad.
Spinach + romaine + sliced strawberries + roasted sweet poato chunks + roasted broc + diced butter bean cutlet + corn from a cob + salt & pepper – and a dressing of maple dijon + balsamic vinegar + poppyseeds + salt and peppah.
I love salads in the summertiiiiime.
And after-din bike rides. (it cooled down – or rather, a breeze picked up)
and “strawberry shortcake” with peanut butter banana bran muffins serving as the biscuit.
(I know, I know – it’s not summer yet. Don’t burst my bubble)
What’s your favorite summertime meal?