So this was my view for most of Sunday…
For the most part, my work days are split between my disaster of a desk, my far-too-small kitchen, & The Pit (my badly-lit basement). But sometimes all that effort pays off, & I get to spend a day sitting in the shade, talking soap & watching horse trials.
This past Sunday was the 15th annual Horse Show that my son’s school helps coordinate. We have the incredible fortune to be able to send C to a private school across town, & each year a certain local family opens their farm to riders from the surrounding counties to come & compete. It’s a gorgeous setting in the southern part of the county, tucked in among rolling green hills & wooded enclaves.
We set up along the grass overlooking one of the main rings. It was a brilliantly clear, hot day, & I was more than thankful not to be in full dressage gear – dress shirts & tightly buttoned blazers, high boots & velvet riding helmets were the norm, coupled with red faces & sweaty hair. I was treated to a constant parade of horses being led to & fro, & nice chats with the other vendors. I certainly didn’t break the bank in sales (none of us did, it seems), but it was worth the day just to slow down & enjoy the encroaching summer.