I lost a glove on the way to the mounting block tonight. Every time in my life, this has meant buying a new pair of gloves, because lord know where these gloves go. They sneak somewhere in the Ether next to socks escaped from the dryer, all never to be seen again.
Except once. One time, I found the missing glove, tucked in a horse’s blanket on a stall ten down from my horse’s.
It totally made my week. But I had also already bought the replacement pair. Sigh, both those pairs are long gone as well, I should say. At what point do you throw in the towel on riding with gloves? (The answer is never).
I am going to try to post each Monday about something that makes me smile related to horses. Because who doesn’t need cause you to grin on the start of the work week?
Today, it has to be the most comforting smell of hay and horses that make the barn feel like home.
One day, I will sell scented candles of it. Of course, don’t need one for the car, it already absorbs that any barn scent despite my over-attentiveness to keep riding equipment in hermetically sealed containers.