Wednesday, November 23, 2011


So Thanksgiving is here, and hopefully you're either tucking into your home and preparing to welcome family and friends, or you've already reached your destination to spend the day enveloped in tradition, warmth and good tidings.

I love that this holiday not only means eating as much as you want (yippeee!) but it also signifies taking a look back at your blessings from the year past, and the little things all around you.

We are first and foremost grateful for our families, who offer encouragement, support and advice, not to mention humor!

We are grateful to our clients, who make TMF the family and community it has become. From kids to adults, people near and far, TMF has become a tightly knit home for many - not just us and the horses. TMF has been in operation for almost two years now, and the people around us shape the wonderful place it has become. (Student Rachel learning on Topaz)
We are grateful to our horses, who bring us joy every day and give the gift of companionship, understanding and riding not only to Matt and I, but to our students!

I am grateful for Zeus - an amazing creature who has proven to be a rising star in eventing, and who has led several hunter paces and overcome obstacles in only the way Zeus can! I'm also grateful for the horses I ride for clients, who continue to teach me and allow me to work with them with kindness and compassion. (Minuet, photo by owner Karen Jones)
We are grateful to our kitties who cuddle up with us when we need it most, and always amuse us. And for kitty Mojo, who delights TMF guests by being the official welcoming committee. (photo by Dennis Chunga)
It goes without saying, but I feel we're fortunate to have a roof over our heads, food aplenty, and all the bells and whistles to live a comfortable life. Far too many people aren't experiencing that this year.

Matt, myself, and all of our family here at TMF want to wish you the warmest and most joyful Thanksgiving! Enjoy...and save me a piece of pie, ok? I like pie.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Dewamere's Debut

Heart is her middle name.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to work with a little mare named Dewamere, who is for adoption through CANTER New England. She's 15.1 and petite, but her heart and open mind gives her a larger than life personality.

I'd spent some quality time with this little lady before, but this was the first time I saddled her up to see what I really had to work with. You see, Dewamere is actually blind in one eye. In visits past, she seemed to be acclimating to her eyesight (a somewhat recent development), and therefore, a bit mistrusting and unsure of what she couldn't see.
This visit was different. She was peaceful. She was happy to have people working on either side of her, grooming her and lavishing her with attention. Aside from the occasional glance around, she was quiet and happy to be groomed and tacked up.

Then it was time to ride!

Under saddle, you'd have no idea she's blind in one eye. This was the first time anyone had been on her back since she left the racetrack, so it's a total surprise what you're going to get.

And what a delightful surprise it was! She was quiet, reaching for the bit in some instances, and happy to do whatever I asked. She stepped (and then jumped!) over a groundpole with ease, making me think she could also have a career that involves some jumping.
And her gaits. Oh, her gaits are fabulous. Smooth and buttery sweet, she can have an animated, forward trot or an ambling jog, perfect for that pleasure trail ride. Her canter is a rolling, rhythmic ride, and for a horse who hasn't been ridden in a long time, she's shockingly balanced and even in both directions.

But don't let me continue to wax poetic about her. Pictures are worth a thousand words, but perhaps you can see her potential yourself in the video below. I have grown so fond of this little mare. She's a sweet, kind-hearted creature who has all the talent and possibility in the world. What a gift it would be for someone to love her.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The Arrival of the Beast

Well, hello there, Beastie.
Welcome to the family.
Christmas came early for me this year in the form of a Ford F250. V10 engine, Class 5 hitch and all the towing power to cart our horses around everywhere we want to go.
And you thought all girls ever wanted were handbags and shoes.
Yup. It's really as tall as me. Isn't that FABULOUS?!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Snoctober Smackdown

I refuse to call it "Snowtober" like everyone else called it. That's too nice. Too charming. Snoctober is more like it. We got snocked by snow, over a foot of it, and it snocked us on our kiesters. It snocked down some trees.
It snocked down a town snowplow nearby (which explains why our street didn't get plowed until a Good Samaritan came by with his personal plow). It's actually missing two back wheels - no idea where they went.
And now we will spend the next few weeks cursing the last owners of our home, who thought adding 147 (!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!) shrubs and trees to the property "added value."

I could just snock somebody upside the head.

Of course it missed snocking down the hideous pigeon coop. We'll have to wait for the next natural disaster.
It trashed the willow trees we both liked.
And the burning bush (far right) is just about extinguished, looks like.
In all seriousness, it could have been a lot worse. We did lose power for 4 days, but we're fortunate enough to have a generator (best purchase ever!). While we got by with our generator, pellet stoves and wood furnace, we still had to dash up to an hour away to Mom and Dad's house to get water for the horses - approximately 40 gallons a day. I've driven around/ under/ over more tree limbs and power lines than I ever wish to again.
Matt and I spent Saturday morning looking at trucks to purchase and as soon as we got home, we looked at each other and thought it would be a good idea to fill up our emergency buckets. We were headed outside to do just that, when the power went out. Out here in the country, if you don't have power, you don't have a way to pump water from your well. Awesome! We got to do some really fun activities like hauling water up from the stream so we could flush toilets.
But the power is now back, so I'm happily filling water buckets, doing laundry and took a very luxurious hot shower. There's still a lot of work to do, but all inhabitants at TMF fared just fine - and that's most important. Even the vultures, who looked like they were praying over the downed power lines. Apparently, they were hoping some chants would bring cable back sooner.