First we went to Stockbridge where there is a Norman Rockwell Museum. On this particular Saturday the museum had a "The Coaches Are Coming!" day, which meant that several historic coaches from the turn of the century arrived, driven by teams of gorgeous horses. Here is a groom with one of his hackneys.
They even had hornblowers!
I felt very touristy snapping pictures of the horses as if horses were a total and foreign novelty to me. I felt like a fake. But who really cares? I loved seeing the coaches and the early 20th century clothes.
Back in the center of Stockbridge I snapped this photo of Brandon next to a giant squash.
Closer to home, we stopped to show Tom and Joelyn some Belted Galloways. These are actually owned by Brandon's employer's family. Joelyn said she had never seen anything like it. (You should have heard her exclaiming when she first met Bill's pig, Louise!)
There are the guests of honor!
We also took Tom and Joelyn to Bill's so they could meet Lilly for the first time. Actually, they got to meet all the farm creatures, including BonnieBelle, Rudy, and the horse whisperer himself: Bill! Down in the ring, Brandon decided he wanted me to show them how Lilly and I can jump...which I haven't done with her in a very long time. And in a western saddle? Lilly was a good sport and gracefully leapt over the tiny jump we set up.
I even got Brandon to get up on Lilly for some picture taking. My dad and his wife are photographers. They have a small business taking pictures for weddings, and they also take photos for some local galleries near them. So their cameras were clicking all weekend. But both of them refused the opportunity to sit on Lilly!
Then we dragged them to the Conway Fall Festival which is the next town over from where we live--and the town that Lilly lives in. When we got there, a skillit toss was going on which I think befuddled the city slickers! This guy in the photo is very cool. He lives in Conway and is a rehabilitator for birds of prey. I love this guy. Here he is with a great horned owl. (Who is 12 years old and unreleaseable into the wild because of his injuries). I got to pet the owl. He had a very piercing stare.
I am sure my brumby did not mind not having to do very much this weekend. But she better get ready. The next several weekends, weather permitting, will be all about her. As you, Christine, Bill and I ride all winter long. I have just gotten out all my winter riding gear. I'll need long underwear, more toe and hand warmers...and maybe this year I will get a bit warmer for Lilly's pleasure!
What I want most of all? One of those jackets that come with batteries so they are warm for hours!
Tell me your winter riding gear wish list!