I love the summer. It's my favorite time of year.
People complain about the heat but I love it.
Ok, other than the bugs that seem to eat me alive and make some horses difficult to work with, I love it.
I do not love that I just killed a woodtick off my pantleg. Now I have the creeps. What if there are more?
I work horses, my own and others 7 days a week. I get up early and go to bed late.Work, work, work, work. I think I would die if I had an office job in the summer and got to sleep in until the unmentionable hours of the late morning. Being outside, doing a physical job, sweating and rolling around in dirt are essential to my well being I think.
As much as I love summer that means I also have an un-countable number of things I need to get done in a week. Overload.
Like hay. How I love baling hay. How I hate seeing it when I close my eyes. I also hate the hay crumbs that get into places you wouldn't think hay could get on yourself. But the horses love it, so I love it.
Of course theres a lot more. A lot more like odd jobs fixing fences that horses push over to eat grass thats greener on the other side or building stalls for the next winter (I did not just say that word!) Or 4-H or the next horse show or writing submissions for magazines or attempting to finish all my horse hair commissions and have them out on time or watering horses or feeding horses and watering some more and maybe watering myself somewhere in there. I washed my hair yesterday with a hose at one of my barns and some really good smelling santa-fe horse shampoo. That is my confession.
But in the middle of all this chaos I still love summer. Loving summer along with being spread so thin like too little butter on a slice of toast means every once and a wile with all this work I get to sneak away and do something that that happens every time this year. Things year after year I mark on my calendar and never have to be reminded they are going to occur because when the new year flips I am already marking their date in January.
Like the Rawhide Rodeo coming to town.
Take this photo post as my apology for not blogging much or commenting on all the blogs I follow frequently. I promise someday I will be back when the leaves start to change and I can carry my camera around all day without risking it's integrity. I know I have such fantastic readers, thank you all for sticking around wile you are getting a few measly posts a week. I'll make it up to you all. Promise.
How about a cowboy on a horse.
That same cowboy chasing a calf? Ooh motion blur, fancy.
Tying up a calf? I mean, he does have wranglers on.
Several cowboys on a fence? So many hats, wranglers and boots in one place.Not even?
How about a cute little girl barrel racing on her pony?
How about one for the boys.
One of the Canadian Cowgirls?
Oh I get it.
This little cowpoke and his kitty. How adorable. I know, really weird thing to see at a rodeo but that cat took a lot of mauling from this little boy and just took it in stride. Purring away.
Totally tickled pink to be in his little guys arms.
Cute overload yet?