I have no excuse for not blogging for the past three months, other than the fact that I was fighting morning through evening sickness and then it was summer and I was in Idaho.
Because summer in Phoenix is unmerciful to those with weak northern constitutions, this Idaho girl stays sane with an annual migration to milder climates. Oh Idaho! We count down the days until it's time to go, and spend a month there. My children at least get a taste of the childhood I had.
This summer Dutch Baby fell out of the tree and scratched up her arm and back, got mutilated by mosquitos, and almost got rolled over by a horse. When I called her dad, who's occupation kept him stuck in Hades, and told him about our baby girl's mishaps, he was triumphant. "She's having a real childhood!" It's true. That's what summers in Idaho are for us.
One morning during our trip my horsiest lover, Butterfly Girl, spent a joyful couple hours on a horse, thanks to our generous friends, Sherm and Nilene Weeks. At a beautiful arena in Ririe, Idaho, which I never knew existed before, the whole family got a turn astride. But it meant the most to our Butterfly. She was radiant and I love that the pictures show how happy she was.
I wish I could give her a horse. I wish I could let her ride on Round Top for hours with her friend like I did when I was little. Since I can't, I'm glad I could give her a snapshot of it.
I've missed riding horses! It felt so good to be back on a saddle.
There are over 600 other pictures I took this summer of our activities. I am pretty sure I can come up with a few more blog posts.
It actually feels good to be back in the saddle blogging again too.
Thanks, Olsey, for the nudge.
6 comments:
So nice to see pictures of your summer! Keep them coming! :)
I feel the same way about Idaho. I bring my kids there to experience a little of what I did as a child.
I had no idea that you were a horsewoman! I have to take my kids to that arena that I had never heard of. How did you find it?
I had a lovely Idee-ho childhood and it didn't involve riding horses. But I get it, and I hate the heat, and I'm glad that you have lil Ririe to give your kids some dirty memories so they're not wimpy Arizonians.
Olsey? That was weird, makes me chuckle. Not working though.
P.S. Riding a horsey with a fetal tumor, zat work? hurt?
See, Amber, it's my blog so I get to say what's working and what isn't :) If you want, I can change it to Mrs. Olsey.
Candace, I'll have to get you the info for the arena. A neighbor of my parents trains horses there and let us ride a couple of horses that hadn't been ridden for awhile. He was so great with the kids and my older two were galloping at the end. It was a great day!
Ha Ha! I thought it was cute.
When is your harvest due BTW?
Amber: Our baby is due to for an early December entrance. So yes, it was difficult to get on the horse in this delicate condition, but it was great fun! Blake probably would have shot down the whole thing had he been present :)
We drove through Logan after a reunion in Bear Lake this summer. I looked for you in passing cars and at the restaurant we stopped in for lunch (Firehouse Pizzaria, I think) but you weren't around anywhere. Have I told you how much I love Cache Valley? I really do. You are a blessed woman to be surrounded by so much beauty.
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