August is here!
August is here?
Cue complete panic.
August is a big month for Rocking E. Since we live in a college town, our seasons are dictated by the eb and flow of all-things-school. August–to us–means summer is over and fall has begun! School starts in a few short weeks, bringing hundreds of new students to our town. And, more importantly, new boarders to our barns!
I have been anxiously waiting to meet all my new barn gals and their ponies! My hope is that my barn would be a welcoming safe haven for these girls who have never been away from their home for so long. A second home, if you will.
About half of each barn will get a new set of boarders, many of them incoming freshman. This is a huge turnover for Rocking E–we usually stay full all year! I decided that this was a great opportunity to upgrade some things around the farm, before a new slew of boarders came in. So far we’ve rematted over half of all the stalls, put new dirt in the indoor arena, and built a new shed for Hot Rod and Kona. And now we need to finish the other half of the stalls!
Curve ball: next week my family takes our one and only vacay of the year to Colorado.
Crunch time, people!
So, we’ve been pulling mats, laying screenings, and tamping like there’s no tomorrow.
(Some are so much worse than others… Why must some horses always pee in the same place over and over again!?)
And we’ve been doing lots and lots of mowing. Theweedeaterismyfriend, said neither of my shoulders, EVER. My personal belief is that a real woman must know how to confidently spool a weedeater on her own. A real woman should also know to put the correct mixed gasoline into the weedeater, instead of their husband’s diesel.
Don’t get me wrong, I love working hard outside and getting grimy and sweaty. It’s a very satisfying feeling. But I’m hot. And my body is getting exhausted.
I cannot deny, however, how my family has pulled together in so many ways to help me get this work done. I’m incredibly grateful. I’m also grateful because my girls have developed amazing adaptability. They can play and be content in most any circumstance. They also have watched their parents persevere and know what it means to earn a living. Even when their dad wears awkwardly-tall athletic socks with shorts, because, “it helps keep the flies away!”
Plus, they love their ponies!
I’m so thankful for this man. He puts up with a lot of crazy. Three horse-obsessed girls under one roof!? He’s earning some serious brownie points. Thank you for listening to me stress and complain about petty things (like lumpy stalls), and still take me seriously.
And now, I must go to sleep! Because the alarm will go off at 5:30 AM and we’ll get up to do it all over again. 🙂